“But let patience have its perfect work.” (James 1:4)

I was angry at the traffic in the city. I didn’t have to be anywhere in particular but the constant stopping and waiting irritated me. Inching towards rage, I finally got on the onramp and saw the cause of the problem – a young woman on the shoulder struggling to change her tire. By the time it dawned upon me that I could help, it was too late. My car was already too far unto the freeway and there was no place to stop or turn around. The sin wasn’t in failing to stop – that was logistics. The sin was being too filled with darkness that I was unable to recognize the opportunity for God’s blessing until it flitted by. I can live in resentful impatience if I wish. But there is a cost.