I think I'm at my worst when I'm driving, especially when I'm alone, because that's when my dream of being the most patient man shatters. I'd curse those who drive like crazy, and those who drive like they own the road. But why should I easily lose my patience over such petty mistakes? Jesus did say, “Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do. I did not come to call the righteous but sinners.” And then it dawns on me, I am a sinner, too, and if Jesus comes for sinners like me, why can't I give myself for those who irk me, too?
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