A Nice Day

This was an interesting afternoon.  A man in the waiting room at our doctor’s office bitterly complained about a litany of things from the traffic to parking to how long it was taking for him to get his blood drawn.  

The office staff did everything possible to accommodate him and to listen compassionately to his very loud complaints.  However, nothing ever suited him.  He finally slammed his papers down on the desk, announced to all he was leaving and that he hoped we got better service than he had.  

One of the office staff asked him again if there was any other way they could help him.  He vehemently refused anything other than what he had demanded (to be first).  He yelled back over his shoulder, as he left, “I’m filing a complaint!”  The receptionist very sweetly said, “Have a nice day!”  The man heard her as he departed and came back in to have the last words, “I am having a nice day!”

With the slamming of the door, all the waiting patients looked at each other with looks that were a combination of shock, amusement, and pity for the man who clearly did not seem to be having a nice day.

One young girl asked her mother, “Is that what a nice day looks like?”

Points to Ponder

What does a nice day look like to you?  

What effect did your day today have on other people?

 

Beginning to See The Light!

We then moved on to a smaller waiting room.  There were two men in there, who were discussing the state of things “in America.”  One said, “Don’t get me wrong.  I’m a real American.  I grew up knowin’ we’d just get a Ford or Chevy.  My Daddy didn’t allow any of that foreign stuff.”

But then he went on to recount how he had worked in a car factory which was owned by “foreigners.”  

He said, “You know, they weren’t Americans, but they were real nice.  My American boss didn’t even know my name, but that foreign fellow did.  He always called me by name.  I thought that was real respectful and nice, you know.  I think we might learn a thing or two from them foreigners.  But, hey, you know, I’m an American.”

Points to Ponder

Do you see people as just people, or do you automatically separate them into categories that separate them from you?

Does it bother you or comfort you to realize that many people who have different color skin, different eye colors, and look somewhat different from you also have features, like fingers and toes, that are similar to you?

What determines who is a foreigner?

 

Activating The Treasures Stored Inside!

After our doctor’s visit, we stopped by the hospital to see a friend.  Our friend was struck down by pneumonia over a week ago and just got out of ICU yesterday.

Now, she is battling the side effects of the strong medication she was given to combat the respiratory bugs she had.  She was weak and seemed a little discouraged.

She is the president of our Sunday School Class.  After my husband prayed with her, he and I sang the song we sing as a class every Sunday.  

We sang, 

“Turn your eyes upon Jesus!  

Look full in His Wonderful Face!  

And the things of earth will grow strangely dim 

in The Light of His Glory and Grace.”

Suddenly a familiar Light bathed her face and the smile we were so used to, broke the darkness of the situation.  She knew the song.  She knew what it meant.  But there had been no one to sing it for all those days, except Him Who is the Focus of the Song.  It had been enough to sustain her, but now she eagerly drank from the human cup held by friends.

Points to Ponder

How many jewels are hidden in the treasure chests of other people, who are too weak to open the chest?  

How many people can you help discover the joy already packed inside of them?  

How many jewels can you add to what they already have?

 

Going Down and Going Up!

We got on the elevator to go down to the ground floor.  There was a young man and a two year old little girl on the elevator.  The little girl was JOY personified.  As the elevator began to descend, she giggled with glee and jumped up and down, exclaiming, “We go down.  We go up!”

We stopped at another floor and picked up another passenger.  The same exclamations of glee filled the elevator.  “We go down.  We go up!”  Everyone who joined us were uplifted.

When we reached the second floor, her Dad asked her if she was ready to get off and go see her Mommy and her new sister.  She declined, again saying, “We go down.  We go up!  I want to go down and up!”  The Dad chuckled and said, “OK, we’ll ride a little longer.”  

He said they had been riding for several cycles.  He shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and said, “Now I’ve got three females in my house.  I think I’m kind of outvoted!  But it’s fun!”

When we got up, I had the urge to stay on for another couple of cycles myself … and I wondered why such behavior is seen as simple Joy in a child and yet would be thought to be completely nutty in an adult (unless you had a child with you to make you legitimate!).

Life, and particularly life in a hospital, is going down and going back up again.  You hope to enjoy the ride and get off on the right floor!

Points to Ponder

What do you do to feel the Joy in life?

Watch how little it takes to cause a child to feel the Joy.  You might want to try out some of their techniques.  It is my theory that we come from the womb knowing how to feel Joy, but gradually we forget.  Remember!

When you are going down, remember Life has an up button too!  We go down!  We go up!

 

Forgive Them!  They Ain’t Right in the Head!

My husband graciously agreed to pick me up at the door.  While he went to the parking garage, I waited in the lobby of the hospital.  There was a family sitting near me.

One lady said, “I ain’t going back up there.  She’s been smart mouthing me and telling me to leave her alone.  I swear, I done come all this way to see her and this is what I get.”

The man, who was with her, answered, “You can’t hold her to account.  She ain’t right in the head.  She don’t know where she is at or what she’s doing.  I’m going back up there and if she yells at me, I’m just gonna ignore it.  You can’t hold things against people when they ain’t right in the head.”

That sounded like a wonderful translation of “Father, forgive them.  For they don’t know what they are doing.”

Points to Ponder  

Are there perhaps times when Jesus said to His Father concerning us, “Lord, forgive them.  They don’t know what they are doing.”

Is it possible all of us sometimes look like we know what we are doing, when we really don’t.  We may not realize the full extent of our words or actions.

Do you agree, “You can’t hold things against people when they ain’t right in the head?”  Who decides who Psalm107-1is “right in the head?”

 

 

About carolynpriesterjones

Follower of Jesus, Seeker of Truth, Commentator on Life, Light Bearer, Water Carrier, one of God's Creations still under construction

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