DEVOTIONALS Hey All,
Last year, about this time, I was standing behind a door that read, "Employees
Only" in the stock room of the Banana Republic at Flatiron's Crossing, basically
signing my holiday season away. I was fortunate enough to be asked to apply for
an "Acting Manager" position. Although I didn't act much like one - get it? I
know, I know, alright, anyway, I'm signing of the dotted line. Below a lot of
fine print that detailed days that I should not expect to see much of my family
and friends. Some were in bold, specifically November 25th and 26th, as well as
December 16th, 17th, 22nd, 23rd, 24th, and 26th. I remember at the time kind of
laughing inside my head a little bit. The idea sort of popped into my head that
while most everyone else would be shopping with friends and family, searching
for gifts, enjoying their day, hoping to find the perfect thing to bring a smile
to someone's face; I would be standing around, waiting for the one unjolly soul
that was not having much luck, whose shopping experience was not particularly
successful, and subsequently, hated my guts. It was an exercise that played
itself over day in, day out.
But sometimes we have to take a step back before we snap. We have to uncover the
better nature that is hidden below all of the anxiety. On the 23rd of December,
ten minutes to close, I was counting the cash, sales associates folded clothes.
One customer in the back, feverishly tore through a sweater stack. (Note - This
is where the rhyming ends). One of the sales associates approached the man to
see if she could assist him; but was unable to locate the size he was looking
for. She grabbed a walkie talkie and brought me into the fray. The man was
furious because we did not have a particularly popular, red, wrap around type
sweater in his girlfriend's size. He yelled at me for an uncomfortable five or
so minutes about how negligent it was for us to not have the item, how hard
could it be to order enough sweaters he asked over and again. I offered to
locate it for him at another store and make sure that it would be available for
him to pick up in time for Christmas. "That's not good enough" the man shouted
back... and then began to cry.
Up until this point I knew for a fact that he was just a frustrated last minute
shopper. We all know how easily what we "know" can change. The real matter was
this man, this unfair customer, who held me accountable for this missing size,
had recently discovered that his girlfriend had cancer. She was going to fight
it and, according to him, would beat it. But, his girlfriend would lose her
hair, she would become weak, things would be different than before. They got the
news at 4:17pm on a Friday afternoon, around 2pm they had been shopping at my
store. She tried on a red, wrap around sweater - he thought she looked
beautiful. He had meant to come by, to purchase the sweater a thousand times,
but the doctor visits, the medications, had preoccupied his thoughts. Thirty-six
hours before Christmas morning he found himself in my store desperately
searching for not just a sweater; but a symbol for the fact that nothing had
changed. She was still beautiful, he still loved her, and their future was still
as bright as 2pm on that Friday. It was his only chance - he'd spend 14 hours on
Christmas Eve by her side at the hospital waiting through two doses of
treatments.
I took his information and promised he'd have the sweater in time for Christmas
morning. The first store I called had the sweater and I slid it underneath his
garage door at 4pm on Christmas Eve. It took me awhile to realize it; but, even
the most difficult people during the holidays have their hearts in the right
place. There is a universality to the season, Hamilton Wright Mabie once said,
"Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love".
No one wants to disappoint the people we love - that's why we compete for
parking, shove each other into streetlights for ten dollar DVD players, and
argue with sales people, caterers, barbers, and anyone else that gets in between
us and the happiness of our loved ones. It's not because we're bad people.
Really, it's because we're good people. That's why Luke 2:14 tells us,
"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men".
Happy Holidays everyone, my prayer this month is that we can all harness the
spirit of the season, be kind to one another, even in spite of the inescapable
anxiety that surfaces when we rush around fighting to keep from letting anyone
down.
Peace,
Ben
Hebrews 10:24
Isaiah 2: 1-5
Feeding the 5,000
True Love