"I Am Sorry!"

At times, setting priority right is a big challenge. Two days ago I decided to hit two birds with one shot. But practically it was taxing and not feasible. The things I decided to do coincided and I had to choose what should be done first. One was a Taiwan visa application and the other a regular weekly fellowship and prayer. As I was driving on my way scheming as to how to handle both wisely, I could find no way out except to sacrifice one. Though I was mentally prepared for both, I kept calling on the Name of the Lord and prayed through as I drove. When I reached the cross road, the driveways that would lead me to two different plans, I spontaneously decided to give priority for fellowship and prayer; yes, visa could wait. Then my divided heart was peacefully calmed to peace and settled at ease.

Yet, on may way for the fellowship, an interesting thing happened. On a jam packed road at high traffic time, a car beside me on my right was about to hit my right rear viewer mirror. My reflect action steered toward a jerking right that scratched another overtaking car on my left. Then the traffic halted. I had to stop and get down to see as the other driver too did the same. It was hard to reckon who was right and who was wrong, naturally I was blamed for the un-welcomed game. But the Lord within me immediately reacted to apologize and say, "I am sorry!". I repeated that sentence a couple of times both in English and in Hindi. That simple sentence, cooled down the high voltage temper that was to burst out on the middle of the Delhi jam packed road, with other cars just speeding away leaving just the two stranger cars; who cared, mind your own business. That simple but powerful "I am sorry!" just calmed my friend down and we proceeded on our journey.

Later, after a short while drive, he signaled me to take a side stop, perhaps, for a talk over again. I in no way would speed away; I am a person not to escape but to solve, if there be any dispute. I stopped and he too. I went to meet him and observed the scratches on his car. O my, he happened to drive a comparatively new, well cleaned, snow white car, now with a bruise of un-welcomed stranger touch! I explained the reason for the "accident" and apologized again, this time in a decent Hindi, "Bhaiya, mera galti hai, mujhe maap kardo!"( Brother, forgive me, it's my fault!) Initially, he was kind-of arrogant. But I maintained my calm and begged his forgiveness. Then I reached out my hand toward him to shake hand which he denied two times. But I didn't give up. I closed up further and stretched out my hand for a peace-shake. Finally, he succumbed to my gesture and shook my hand with a coercive, "Thik hai" (OK). And left with his countenance changed. I was even more calm and serene and thanked the Lord for this little experience of being human. Peace reigned within me, and I hope, within him too. This simple sentence is so wonder working, "I am sorry." 

Lord, be my patient and humility all the time.