We live in farm country. Today I biked past a traffic jam; three cars were stuck behind a tractor that hogged the road.
In the first car, an elderly woman gripped the wheel with both hands, eyes firmly fixed on the problem ahead.
In the second, a young man glowered, perhaps calculating how he would explain being late for work again.
In the third, a woman happily engaged in conversation on her iphone. She seemed oblivious that she was almost standing still on a road with a 40 mph speed limit.
Watching her I thought about prayer:
Praying can make waiting good.