So, I'm sitting here at Starbucks,.....studying. Lol, actually I really am studying; be proud of me. Just not right this second. I'll write this, and then I'll be studying. :)
Anyway, I bought a breve latte, (it's really good), and I am currently sitting here at a table, drinking it, (the coffee, not the table), studying, and trying to see whether the music playing through the speaker directly above me, or the music I actually want to listen to (that is coming through my earphones at level 100), will win the battle of dominance. So far they are pretty even. :-/
Well, a minute or so ago, I reached over for my coffee, and it wasn't there. I looked, and it still wasn't there. When I had last put it down, my pen had been there alongside my coffee, and even more tempting to a thief, my math notes had been there next to my coffee. But were those stolen? Noooo. As a matter of fact, they were actually still there. But not the coffee. Somebody stole my coffee.
That's roughly what my thought process sounded like anyway. Turns out I had actually just put down my coffee on the other side of my computer, and forgotten it there. But it was an enjoyable moment of confusion regardless.
I didn't get on here to tell you this..........
Yeah. No. Ok. Hi. Now to business. I actually got on here to tell you about another coffee shop experience I had this morning! And the intent of this story is not so much to be goofy. :)
Any of you been to Mission Coffee? They are the nicest people ever, and they make a smashing breve, if you're ever interested. And they have student discounts! Anyway, I was meeting there with a friend this morning, and when I walked in, it was PACKED. It was busy like, there's no room to see your hand if you put it in front of your face kind of busy. Which was a problem, because I was there for my friend to teach me sign language. But what's cool is this: based off of my experience, when a shop or something is busy like that, people aren't super excited about you being there. I work in the food industry, so I know this. Trust me, I don't want you in my restaurant if there are a thousand other people in it already. And as a customer, if I happen to be one of those thousand people already there, I'm happy to have my spot and let you find a seat by yourself.
But today, when I walked into that coffee shop with my books, wondering what to do, not only the manager of the place, but two other customers I had never met before made it their personal responsibility to make sure I didn't have to trudge back to the car and find someplace else to go. One guy was working, and he said he could wrap up if I needed his seat. Another guy, who had just squeezed into a seat in a very tight corner, said he could move his stuff in closer if that was helpful, and also offered to ask other customers if they were planning on heading out soon. And when I hesitated because I wasn't sure about studying in all the noise, the manger* came out and offered to let me use the room upstairs that is usually used by reservation only. He saw my Bible on top of the signing scripts, and told me he really wanted to support my desire to learn by making sure I could have the breathing space needed.
"Why do you think this place is called Missions?" he asked, grinning.
Please note: I did not say anything throughout this entire thing; other than "Oh!.... Thank you!....Yeah,...........Oh,....I don't know....I can..uh... oh thank you!....good morning.......It's ok,....thank you so much!....I.....yeah........no, that's great,.....thank you!...thanks!,....."
I didn't ask for help. I didn't state the confusion I had about what to do as I was waiting for my friend. None of that. I simply walked in as my timid self, (yes, I can be timid), and everything was handed to me. We even got a room all to ourselves.
People. This is how we should be living all the time. It's part of being a Christian! Our focus needs to be first and foremost on glorifying God; and our second focus needs to be on pouring ourselves out for others, regardless of if it's convenient or not, and even regardless of if someone makes known their needs or not.
Notice. Love. Act. Live out the love of Christ in such a way that everyone around you can feel it! The love of Christ is welcoming, warm, and always conscious of others before yourself. Let me tell you, as the recipient, it made my day! It doesn't have to be a huge thing. But so often we are content to just stay in our own little bubble and focus on our own lives, and really we also suffer for it, because we miss out on so much joy!
I realize this may sound like I'm drawing too much application out of this simple story. Ok, so, throw out the story. Think of this. When was the last time you went out of your way for somebody just to say that God loves them? Hm? Isn't that what being a Christian is all about? I know that I can't even remember the last time I did that.
So anyway. I felt the love of Christ today powerful strongly. :) And it reminded me of the JOY I have because of Him, and that I should be sharing it. And now I'm telling ya.
I hope that made sense. I've been desperately trying to think over the blaring lyrics of I Want an Alien For Christmas, Deck the Halls, Feliz Navidad, and 12 Days of Christmas With the Muppets. Which is hard to do. Turns out the shop music won over mine. Oh well. I may come back later and try to polish up the thought a little bit. We'll see.
Anyway, I'm off to study! Happy Tuesday!
GOD LOVES YOU!!!
*Found this while re-reading. It's manager, not manger. A manger did not come help me find a seat. There's the Christmas music filtering through my thoughts for you.