My job gives me the opportunity to meet semi-drivers from all over the country.

Last week a driver came in wearing a BLANK Trump mask. It was not the political choice that bothered me but the cuss word that preceded it.

The battle between my flesh and spirit began and escalated when the young man accused me of being disrespectful.

I prayed and the verse, “Bless those who persecute you, bless and do not curse” (Romans 12:14) came to my mind.

I offered him a drink, shared my testimony, and told him Jesus loved him. The walls came down and he took off his mask, thanked me, and shook my hand. The love of Jesus trumps anger every time.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus there is something about that name.

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