9/30/11
Can you stir that?!?!
I was in line at Starbucks one day behind a man that was not having a good morning. He screamed at the barista because, apparently, she had not stirred his Iced Latte to his liking. He asked her to get a big spoon or stir stick and give a nice mixing. For some reason, she was not allowed to do this.
As an observer of this scene, and not being a person who has a food handler's card, I have very little opinion on the level of stirring that occurred. I can say however that the man's anger was unnecessary. I noticed too that the barista was very visibly shaken (not stirred, ha!) by the way she had been treated - regarding an Iced Latte. In fact, she took it out on the caramel bottle as she finished my Caramel Macchiatto.
I was thinking this morning that some days I am the man on one side of the counter. Screaming at the top of my lungs because I didn't get my way. Selfish. Ridiculous.
Some days, I am the barista, feeling beat up by everything around me.
I would rather be the old dude in the corner, reading his newspaper, handing out free smiles to everyone coming and going.
Who are you today?
9/11/11
September 11 - Impact
"In the desert He was there
On the mountain He was there
In the valley deep He was there
Everywhere I look my God is there"
~ He Was There by David Crowder*Band
For a week or two I have thought about writing a tear-jerking memorial to the victims of 9/11 and to all of America - helping us all reflect on the impact of the events that happened ten years ago.
The truth is, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I've been in a funk today.
I have heard September 11, 2001 described as The Day that Rocked the World - and it rocked my world. It still does from time to time when I have short bursts of reflection about that day and the days following.
But today...like many days...the impact in my heart is slight at best. I am unattached. Unaffected. Unconcerned. I am just being real.
The lack of attachment, however, inspired me to write. Is this not like my connection to God on far too many days? If a terrible attack on a city 2,500 miles away can lead me to tears on some random Thursday, how much more should my heart leap at the presence of the God of the universe?
Yet, on days like today...I am unaware. Unmotivated. Unmoved.
But God is not. Or...should I say...God is. He is fully available in all situations at all times. He is not impacted by my funk, He is just present...always.
We have questions about 9/11. We have questions about any of life's tragedies. Why? How? Sometimes we whisper them in disbelief to each other. Sometimes we exhale them in prayer. Other times we scream them, from the tops of our lungs, at the heavens - demanding answers.
Other days we have no emotions. We just float through life impacted very little by the events around us and go to bed an hour early due to sheer boredom.
Regardless of the day...The Day that Rocked the World...or the day I went to bed early...God is ever present. He stands close and waits for us to seek Him. He comforts. He loves. "Everywhere I look my God is there."
13You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.
Jeremiah 29:13
On the mountain He was there
In the valley deep He was there
Everywhere I look my God is there"
~ He Was There by David Crowder*Band
For a week or two I have thought about writing a tear-jerking memorial to the victims of 9/11 and to all of America - helping us all reflect on the impact of the events that happened ten years ago.
The truth is, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I've been in a funk today.
I have heard September 11, 2001 described as The Day that Rocked the World - and it rocked my world. It still does from time to time when I have short bursts of reflection about that day and the days following.
But today...like many days...the impact in my heart is slight at best. I am unattached. Unaffected. Unconcerned. I am just being real.
The lack of attachment, however, inspired me to write. Is this not like my connection to God on far too many days? If a terrible attack on a city 2,500 miles away can lead me to tears on some random Thursday, how much more should my heart leap at the presence of the God of the universe?
Yet, on days like today...I am unaware. Unmotivated. Unmoved.
But God is not. Or...should I say...God is. He is fully available in all situations at all times. He is not impacted by my funk, He is just present...always.
We have questions about 9/11. We have questions about any of life's tragedies. Why? How? Sometimes we whisper them in disbelief to each other. Sometimes we exhale them in prayer. Other times we scream them, from the tops of our lungs, at the heavens - demanding answers.
Other days we have no emotions. We just float through life impacted very little by the events around us and go to bed an hour early due to sheer boredom.
Regardless of the day...The Day that Rocked the World...or the day I went to bed early...God is ever present. He stands close and waits for us to seek Him. He comforts. He loves. "Everywhere I look my God is there."
13You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.
Jeremiah 29:13
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