I jumped in the Miata this morning to go to work. I pulled out of the neighborhood and turned right onto Research Parkway and drove down to turn right and merge onto Powers Highway going south. The weather was very pleasant, a little overcast, but with the top down, the air was crisp and the day was going to be great. A pickup truck passes on the left and proceeds to cut the guy in front of me off, just to get off the highway at the next exit. It happened to be my exit and I ended up behind the pickup and I was thinking all kinds of thoughts about the guy driving: inconsiderate, bonehead, selfish, etc. A car pulls up behind me before the light changes and I look at the driver and recognize her. I can see the pain and hurt all over her face; she is the mom of a child that had committed suicide and I had attended the funeral on Saturday.

In a rush of  humiliation (in knowing I’M the bonehead), I realized that I have NO idea what is going on in the lives of the people around me, in the car beside me, in the pickup truck in front of me, in the person pushing the grocery cart in the aisle in front of you.

John 13:34-35, Jesus says, “A new commandment I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this, everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

God, I want to be counted as yours, help me love others as YOU love others.