It wasn’t rocket science. It wasn’t any harder than offering a kind gesture, a quick handshake, and a few simple words.
Saturday night immediately following church, I walked into my local Subway sandwich shop. (Spicy Italian incase you were wondering.) Before me was a single employee running both a drive thru window and the counter by herself. Granted, it was 8:00 pm and things seemed to be under control.
The gentlemen ahead of me placed his order and she graciously stepped into action. Two sandwiches and a bag of chips. $13.69 thanks to the $5.00 foot long special. Woohoo! She proceeds to the register, removes one of her plastic gloves, and attempts to run his debit card. Once, twice, three times…
Then the dreaded, “I’m sorry… it doesn’t appear to be taking it.” After quickly checking pockets with some nervous tension, he panicked and promised to be right back. After a few tense moments, I paid for his and his girlfriend’s dinner. Told him that God was watching out for him and shook his hand.
After he left, the cashier and I spoke for 10 minutes. I may have helped make the impression, but the image left was not of me.
Comment and share your simple experience. I’d love to hear it.
“how can people call for help if they don’t know who to trust? And how can they know who to trust if they haven’t heard of the One who can be trusted? And how can they hear if nobody tells them? And how is anyone going to tell them, unless someone is sent to do it?”
Romans 10:14-17
