I can listen to worship music in my 88 Oldsmobile, rocking along and feeling good, as much as one can possibly rock in an 88 Olds with a Christian music station on and two toddler chairs in the back seat.
I can wonder why so many Christians don't act like Christians, when the whole world is full of souls desperate to see the presence of God, the true God, somewhere.
I can pray to God that He can use me to bring others to Him.
In the next millisecond, I can yell, "ASSHOLE!" as loud as I can, to the guy who just cut me off.