I’ve noticed when walking on grey Portland days many people seldom look up or over to say hello, but when the sky is blue and bright those same people will usually smile and say hi. If they’re walking their dog I’m often greeted by a tail wag, never mind if the day is grey or bright.
Scripture tells us we’re easily tossed about. I see this every day. We’re sensitive to light, whether it is daylight, green lights, red lights or brake lights. We allow too many things to get under our skin. We struggle to rise above small discourtesies and grow impatient when things don’t go our way. We recognize rudeness in others, but are blind to it in ourselves.
We have an app for this or that and a pill for all the rest. We’re like the old pinball machines where the balls careened off every edge. We’re becoming more and more reactionary, too busy to live, too stressed to ponder why a dog greets you with a wag; morning, noon or night.