I stood in a line yesterday for a long time. I kept wishing the people in front of me weren’t there so I could get back to important things. 

“Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.  But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit. . . .” C. S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

“[Y]our brother . . . for whom Christ died.” Romans 14:15