You would think that Tuesday traffic would be better than Monday traffic, but you would be wrong. My take on this theory is that drivers save their Monday frustration for Tuesday in hopes that other drivers used their road rage on Monday thus giving them the home court advantage. Whatever the reason, Tuesday traffic is like the terrible twos. It’s loud, annoying and frustrating. There is some good take away from this unavoidable time slot though and for me it is the “me” time. I have almost uninterrupted time to pick my own radio stations or to, my kids would be mortified, just listen to silence. This morning I was distracted and ended up sitting through the same traffic light for two cycles so it gave me time to observe the pedestrians and other drivers adjacent to me. Maybe fate orchestrated this opportunity. I recognized my own irritation mirrored in the expression of most of the people I saw but I caught the eye of one particular man on a bicycle. He was not like me. His clothes were dirty, his hair uncombed, greasy and long. He looked tired and sad and completely like someone that I would not want to sit next for any extended period of time. This was a complete chance encounter and I doubt I will ever see him again but I believe that God allowed this scene to act out in front of me. The radio was playing Casting Crowns and I happened to catch the lyrics to this new and unfamiliar song just at this moment. “No one knows what we’re for only against when we judge the wounded.” In that quick space of time, I felt as if God had singled me out to tell me that I was not like Him. It was a needed reminder that I am no better than anyone else and have no more rights than anyone else. I need to be reaching out instead of closing myself off. I see a lot of smiling Christians in church but, yet, the same Christians shield their eyes and guard their hearts in a different setting. I am ashamed to say that I frequently do the same. My intentions are always to be reaching out but I typically fall short of those goals and stay to myself instead.
As I continue on my journey to “know” Jesus, it occurs to me that the best way to know Him is to be a friend to sinners in the same way He was – and they are everyone. “For all have sinned and come short of the Glory of God,” Romans 3:23.
This was my Tuesday traffic adventure. Share yours!