Sometimes I drive in one direction on a road, and later, on the same day, in the opposite direction.

 

It is interesting seeing a street from both sides. 

 

Years ago John was the pastor of a floundering congregation, and I would occasionally feel irritated with the parishioners. I would call my sister Wendy to complain, who it so happened was a feisty member of her own church across the country. She in turn had her own list of grievances about her minister. Listening to Wendy, and her well founded objections, seemed to get in the way of my rightness. If she had a point of view that made sense, maybe the members of our congregation did too. Annoying, but possible. 

 

Often when I am merging on to the turnpike, I notice that my internal dialogue says to the drivers on my left, "Come on, give me some room." Later, when I am entrenched in the stream of traffic, and I see a car on my right edging in, I think, "Come on, wait your turn." Kind of embarrassing.

 

I have heard wives express their frustration to me that their husbands do not connect more through talking. It seems perfectly obvious from their vantage point that talking would improve the marriage. Duh. I also hear from husbands who wish their wives would connect more through touch. It feels clear to them that this would make the marriage stronger. Double duh.

 

Is anyone right? Is anyone wrong? Maybe they are two sides of the same road.