I am a different person behind the wheel. I swear at strangers over nothing and feel ridiculous ten seconds later. Why does driving bring that out of me?

“The discretion of a man deferreth his anger; and it is his glory to pass over a transgression.”

The Hebrew word behind discretion is about insight, the ability to see more than the surface of an incident. Proverbs was written into an honour culture where an insult demanded an immediate answer, and it deliberately praises the man who lets one go by. Passing over an offence is called glory here, a mark of stature rather than weakness. That reframing is worth having when someone cuts you up and you feel small.

“Now we exhort you, brethren, warn them that are unruly, comfort the feebleminded, support the weak, be patient toward all men. See that none render evil for evil unto any man; but ever follow that which is good, both among yourselves, and to all men.”

Paul is closing a letter to a young, anxious church in a busy port city, and the instructions come fast: warn the unruly, comfort the fainthearted, be patient toward all. Then the line that covers your commute, that none of you return evil for evil to anyone. Anyone included the people they would never see again. Patience with strangers is treated as ordinary Christian life rather than an advanced option.