According to scripture, Jesus’ followers have been charged with the awful task of bringing peace into a not so frequently peaceful world.
I agree with the Bible here, and try my best to comply, seeking unity, reconciliation, forgiveness, compassion, etc. wherever I can.
At this point in my life, I’d give myself a solid C+.
Until I get behind the wheel. Whatever road rage exists in our culture, rest assured that I’ve contributed to it. I’ve yelled at other drivers, my wife shaking her head, my oldest kid begging me to calm down. I have a fairly high tolerance for humanity’s dark side, but bad driving drives me nuts.
I don’t spend much time critiquing my own driving faux pauses, however. They’re occasionally infrequent, accidental, understandable. Everyone makes mistakes.
If you, however, merge into oncoming traffic because you’re trying to get around a bicyclist, forcing me to get out of your way, in my own lane, I’ll get angry. If you get to a 4 way stop before I do, then wait for me to go, because you think it’s nice, forcing me to figure out whether or not you’ll pull out in front of me because you’re the one with the right of way, wasting my time because you could have simply rolled through, then I could’ve rolled through, I’ll get angry. And if you ride my ass, following so closely as to endanger my life, don’t be surprised if I tap my brakes to let you know that you need to back off.
Never mind how dangerous that is. And never mind that I do all that stuff too.
But the problem with my outbursting isn’t just Continue reading Reconciling Us to Us: Reflections on Shalom, Peace, and Aloha