by Brad Nelson 12/8/16
My office is in the lower level of a two-story Lutheran Church building. It’s no longer a Lutheran Church. My mother owns the building and the top floor is rented out to a really great pastor, so it does fulfill its original function, at least in part.
Anyway, from time to time there will be someone come by looking for someone from the church. The church space itself (the entirety of the top floor) is only regularly occupied during services on Wednesday and Sunday. But there seems to be a regular group of wheeled-vehicle people who are looking for some assistance.
And I say “wheeled-vehicle” because they inevitably are either pushing a baby carriage or pulling some kind of luggage-rack-like container behind them. I don’t mean to sound unkind, but I’m pretty sure these folks make a regular circuit of it.
Anyway, this 30-something lady comes to my back door around noon and asks me if I’m from the church. I told her that I wasn’t, that I ran a separate business here. And she said,”Jesus would be pissed.” I took no visible offense because I wasn’t offended. I calmly and warmly enquired why Jesus would be pissed. She mumbled something like, “Well, I guess you don’t know much about the bible then.”
I’m not here to condemn these kinds of people. That’s not my point. I just take it from such experiences a very good lesson to not covet anything, including one’s own righteousness. We ought to cut people some slack even while (for everyone’s good) maintaining standards, but we don’t have to be harsher than we should about it.
For me it’s just another reminder of all the mixed up people out there. I’ve always hoped that StubbornThings could, speaking of intestinal things as we have of late, be there to help unblock constipation of the heart and mind. I know when God (or chance) puts a woman such as this at my doorstep it is a reminder to “Lighten up, Francis,” which is a semi-famous movie line from Full Metal Jacket.
May your day be merry and bright. And my all your Christmases be white…unless you didn’t get a chance to buy snow tires yet. If you haven’t, someone could be pissed.
Brad is editor and chief disorganizer of StubbornThings.
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