During this holiest of weeks, I feel compelled to write and share my most holy experience.
On last Friday evening, around 5:15, my children and I were driving north on K-7 between I-70 and State Avenue. My 14-year-old permit driver was behind the wheel. She was going exactly the speed limit.
As I was telling her what a great job she was doing, I noticed a lady in the rear-view mirror. This lady was so close to us that I could read her lips. The things that were coming out of her mouth are not fit to be repeated in this letter.
As soon as she was able, she swerved around us and then pulled in front of us. If she gave us a foot, I would be surprised. My daughter was shocked and slammed on the brakes. She asked me what she did wrong.
As I explained, she did nothing wrong — that this was just an impatient driver — I noticed something interesting. All over the woman’s little maroon car were bumper stickers proclaiming what a great Christian she was.
This day my children learned that not all Christians practice what they preach.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not anti-Christian, just anti-hypocrite.