I sat in traffic the whole day. Road works, accidents, taxis and general Joburg chaos. On Sunday someone said that it's easy to be a Christian, especially in South-Africa.
After a day like today the Jesus Way is even more difficult than I thought.
Sure it’s easy when Christianity is about going to church and reading the Bible. When faith is a cultural discipline that happens on a Sunday, it’s a walk in the park.
But to be patient during rush hour when you are already half an hour late, is tricky.
To hope, when a young man my age drags his blind sister through the endless rows of cars hoping someone will show them mercy, is tricky.
To keep your temper under control, when a taxi suddenly stops so that the driver can have a casual chat with someone walking by, is tricky.
To live with peaceful simplicity, when society runs like crazy towards a finish line that does not exist, is tricky.
To have faith in God’s goodness, when the whole world looks a mess, is tricky.
To walk the Jesus Way during 07:00 and 19:00 while trying to make an honest living without losing your sanity seems impossible on a day like today.