He was jamming.
So I looked closer. Who was this mad man behind me with the shaking car? He looked middle aged (even balding from behind). He was wearing a suit and glasses. And he was singing at the top of his lungs, dancing in seated position.
Mind you, this was a Monday, not a Friday. The sun wasn’t shining. The stock market wasn’t soaring. Traffic wasn’t moving.
But he was joyful about something. I thought about the possible options:
1) He had a really good day at work;
2) He had a really bad day at work and he was trying to forget about it;
3) He just quit his job;
4) He’s losing his mind;
5) He’s a joyful person.
I wanted to get out of my car and ask him, but the traffic started moving again. So I’ll never know.
I turned up the radio and started to sing.
Be joyful always; pray continuously; in everything give thanks. Even on a Monday.