As my family drove down the highway to Williamsburg, Virginia, I looked into the cars we passed. I know, sounds a little weird; but I am the analytical type who enjoys people-watching. Anyway, as I looked at them for those brief moments, I prayed for them.
Some were smoking; some were messing with their phones as they drove. Some were arguing with their passenger; some were just venting. Most looked tired and bored.
Where are they going? I wondered. Do they know Christ? What do they think about God?
It is interesting to see what bumper stickers reveal about the vehicle’s owner. Who they voted for, whether they are pro-choice, pro-life, in favor of gay marriage, and their opinion about the origin of life.
I want to be the kind of someone who listens to them without judgement. I am going to be the someone who loves them just because they are worthy of love, even if they don’t seem like it.
…because, heck, even I don’t have very much of life figured out. I know God and trust Him. Period. So I can understand and give allowances to people who don’t know how life works. I can even bear people who think they do.
…because, as Pastor Adrian said, “Life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived.”
Livin’ the mystery.