Playing in the Middle

I was driving my car to church Sunday morning, listening to Air1 on the radio (now that I've figured out what it is) and I heard this little snippet that's been rumbling around in my brain the last 48 or so hours.  It has to do with playing in the middle of the road.
We all know it is a dangerous thing to play in the middle of the road.  Especially in a busy street.  Take downtown where I live....busy almost all the time, and fairly narrow for a road that sees as much traffic as it does.  Add in several downtown shops, a couple restaurants, a school, couple of churches, etc.  Now add in all the people who walk up and down the sidewalk all day...taking kids to school, running errands, paying their oil bill, whatever their errand might be.  Nobody in their right mind would ever think to walk down the yellow line of Main Street to get to their destination.  Frankly, they wouldn't reach their destination because the odds are extremely high that they would be hit by any manner of vehicle...car, van, even a tractor trailer truck.  And even if they were fortunate enough to get missed, the fear of being hit alone can be crippling.  Nobody would purposely choose to do that (unless they were certifiably insane).
But what of our spiritual life?  In Revelation 3:15, Jesus says "I know your deeds, that you are neither hot nor cold.  I wish you were one or the other".  In our spiritual life, how often do we play in the middle of the road?  Sure we believe in God, but we're not really so sure we can trust Him, and we still aren't convinced that walking His way is the only way.  We know we aren't supposed to walk with the world, but we aren't 100% walking with God either.  So we play in the middle of the road, thinking that we are smart enough to see or hear the car bearing down on us  and surely we can get out of the way on time.  And God is gracious, of course He will take us back and heal our wounds.  So off we go, playing in the middle of the road even though we know it's a dangerous place to play.  Our parents taught us to pick a side to walk on.  God told us He'd rather we be hot or cold than lukewarm.   Yet we go on playing in the middle of the road.
The saddest thing to me is how we have it all worked out in our head how God is gracious and we'll turn back to Him and He'll heal us and it will be fine.  But if we are honest most of the time when we inevitably find ourselves either grazed or hit smack dab with disaster, that plan goes out the window and we blame God and ask Him where He was, like He was the one Who let us down and didn't protect us, when we were the ones who chose to play in the middle of the road.  He told us not too.  We didn't listen.  Yet we blame Him like it's His fault.  Sure, He could have stopped us from playing in the middle of the road.  He could have forced us to walk in His paths.  But then again, if He forced us, He would no longer be a gracious God but a dictator.  He is kind enough to give us the choice.  And we blame Him when the consequences of not obeying strike us.  Even though we were right where we were told and warned repeatedly not to be...playing in the middle of the road.