What if I missed the bus? No big deal, right? But suppose I had a job interview this morning, the first in months and 100 applications. My family, dignity, and pride put all my hopes on that day. I could get up early, go over all the details, and create some cushion of time for “incidentals.”
But sometimes a bus breaks down. It’s not just late…it’s not coming. I would think to myself, “why me?” “Why me…on this day…at this time?” It would be so random that I would no doubt question God.
Two and a half weeks into Lent with no car, and I can tell you that this scenario isn’t far fetched. One of the goals I had for this Lenten practice was to gain appreciation. No, not appreciation…compassion.
Increase, O God, my compassion.