I was honked at in the church parking lot this morning.
I confess, I had it coming. We ran out of coffee yesterday and this morning I was not exactly the world’s happiest or most alert person. The fact that I was moving despite my headache was a miracle in and of itself. I was delaying much longer than I needed to making a left turn out of the parking lot.
However, this was after a particularly moving sermon about how following Jesus isn’t only about worship, but about reaching out your hands to those who are in need. The intent was to move the congregation out of the church and into the community with a compassionate heart. No more than 5 minutes later, I was being honked at by another church member in a menacing SUV.
After angrily passing me on the road after we left the parking lot, the driver zipped into a prestigious country club. I will give the driver the benefit of the doubt and assume he or she was either eager to go serve a meal to a hungry family, or perhaps attempting to make a needle large enough to fit a camel through its eye.