Mustard Seed Faith
The time is 7:15 a.m.
I just delivered Chad to work at McDonalds.
Then I pulled up to order breakfast.
It was a sausage biscuit and a Coke.
While I was waiting my turn, I noticed the
car in front of me. Instead of getting antsy
when I wait, I study things I see.
The car was a small black, Kia Rondo station
wagon. (Sporty but practical.) There was one person inside.
The voice placing the order sounded like a woman,
maybe around 30 years old.
She ordered coffee with five creamers. (5) They
didn't think they heard this right so she was
asked to repeat the order. She is on her way to
work and needs a little boost. I suspect she needs
to be at work by 8 a.m.
The car was purchased at Car Town Kia in Lexington.
That made me think, that somehow, her life was
partially centered around Lexington. I am almost sure
she has children. The back window of the car had a sticker
which indicated involvement in Upward Basketball, which
is a league run by the church to teach that winning and
losing is not the whole point of competitive sports. At
each game there are prayers and a short devotional talk
at halftime. So, likely, she has a son or daughter between
7 and 10 years old.
So, it is likely, she is a Christian or at least values the faith.
At this point, it becomes a little game I play, filling in the
details of a person's life from just a few clues.
She pulls around to the window to pay. I pull up and place
my order. $2.53.
She pays and I pull up to the window, my money ready, and
the clerk says, "The person ahead of you paid for you."
Now, I know that she is with people who value random
acts of kindness or she surrounds herself with uplifting
literature which offers this joyful way of living to its
readers. We often don't think of such things on our own.
Likely, she knows the One who paid ahead for all of us. This may
be her way of telling me this. She enjoys quietly and anonymously
witnessing to her faith.
I pull up behind her and after she received her food, I waved
a "thank you" and she waved back. That told me she valued
the good feeling that comes with knowing the one she helped
was touched by her thoughtfulness. She pulled out and headed
toward Lexington, as I suspected she would.
What a great way to start the day!
Finally, her license plate read, "Pulaski County," which is my home county.
That alone kinda warmed my heart and brought back memories.
I wonder if her preacher suggested this from the pulpit on Sunday!
Little did she know that her small, single act of kindness, might be
shared with possibly a couple of hundred readers. Look how a mustard seed
faith can blossom and grow, all for two dollars and fifty three cents.
Moving to the deeper places,
Jeff
P.S. I was so captured by this kindness, I forgot to pay for the person after me.
Maybe I will do this tomorrow.