No matter how hard I try, I am not patient. Slightly more so, perhaps with the passing years, still, convinced that I was short-changed. I may look calm and collected, but I'm a seething vat of impatience inside. I honk my horn at other drivers because they can't make up their minds where they're going. I get exasperated with my congregation when trying to get them headed in the same direction is akin to herding cats! (present congregation excluded, of course!)
As I think of Jesus bringing his disciples together for a last meal, before his arrest, and the events that followed, I'm reminded that He may have wished they were more receptive too. They were in deep discussion, which had become an argument, about who would sit at their Lord's right and left hand in the Kingdom of Heaven. So absorbed were they that they tramped into the Upper Room, feet dusty from the day's journey. There was no servant to wash them as they entered, and they were certainly not disposed to wash each other's feet! They were oblivious of their attitude, that is until their Lord rose from the table, took a basin and towel and began to wash their feet.
That's Who I need to be like! God grant me the wisdom and the humility to grow in His direction!