I’ve been thinking about a few things recently, and I thought I’d share with you!
I don’t even remember the store I was at anymore in this particular instance, however it happens often, but that is irrelevant to the story anyway. Wherever I was, when I checked out, I was being pretty friendly (having a job where I deal with unfriendly customers sometimes has made me a much friendlier customer). My cashier, on the other hand, was not. She never smiled at me or said anything like “How are you?” or “Have a nice day.” As my “I Am…” states, I love to smile. “Smiling is my favorite,” as Buddy the Elf would say. I always feel a little offended in some way when I don’t get a smile back. I left the store thinking she was rude because she wouldn’t smile back at me. Then I got to thinking. Maybe something bad has happened to her recently and smiling is just too hard for her right now. Maybe, even though she was unable to smile back, my smiling helped to brighten her day a little. Or maybe, my first thought was right, and she was just unfriendly and just doesn’t like to smile. Either way, I’m going to stick with smiling. Hopefully my smile can help someone who really just needs a smile.
Then, there was yesterday. Yesterday was Good Friday, in case you didn’t know. The day that represents Jesus dying on the cross to forgive our sins. 1 Peter 2:24: “He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.” What an amazing feeling. But I didn’t come here to preach to you (although, there is nothing wrong with sharing the Word). I came here to tell a story about yesterday. Chris (my boyfriend) and I went to Wendy’s, my favorite fast-food restaurant at the moment. Our service was terrible, the cashier was rude, and they had to re-do our order because they messed things up. I left the place angry and annoyed about it. Then I thought about it being Good Friday, and what that day represents. I realized what had just happened to me there that annoyed me was nothing like what happened to Jesus who didn’t even complain. I must admit, thinking this didn’t instantly change me attitude, although it should have; however, I am still human, and it took me thinking that for a while for it to finally make me realize that my “bad” experience at Wendy’s is nothing compared to what Jesus went through for me.
So, next time you have an unfriendly cashier or waitress or the next time you feel like you’re having a bad day, remember that someone is going through something much worse. If you can’t think of any normal scenario that is worse, then think about what Jesus went through. It may sound lame, but it may help you to have a more positive attitude, which is something I strive for. I’ll be working on this myself. Let’s take this journey together. We need a new perspective.