A Day Off.

So starting last Monday I worked 8 of 9 days. I know this doesn't sound like a big deal, but with it came starting the job (including opening by myself the first day), working all week and getting into the swing of it, trying to balance things like when I would eat with getting sleep, and spending time with my girlfriend (still an understatement) Lindsey as she came up from Virginia last weekend. There hasn't been time to stop and think about what's going on in my life in the bigger scheme of things. That might be good, because things are pretty rocky right now.

Today I had no plans. None. No work. Nothing. I woke up and read for a while. I'm reading The Politics of Jesus by John Howard Yoder and The Magician's Nephew by Clive. I read Clive's book because as I said, it's my day off and I wanted something light like a purely fictional story. It went nicely.

I got up and took my time finding my way to making breakfast and then took a shower before going to meet my dad for lunch. He's working in North Philly about 10 minutes from my house. I got back, read stuff about hockey and rode to Center City (a Philadelphian term for "downtown") and applied for a job as a bike delivery boy/guy/human at Qdoba. It looks decent enough and I'll get to ride my bike. I had a really good ride back and forth from Center City.

I was thinking about how we can share the love of Jesus with people doing the simplest things. I had cut a pedestrian off while working my way through a light and instead of criticizing him for not paying attention (the Philadelphian thing to do, always blame the other person), I looked him in the eye and said "Oops. Sorry man." He looked at me as if we knew each other and said "Don't worry about it." In those situations, the tendency of people is to stare at you like you're the worst slime to ever ooze out of a grimy crack in the sidewalk on earth. Proverbs 15:1 says "a gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger." The point is that expressions of Christ's love are not/don't have to be these huge Times-Square-New-Year's-Eve events. They're very subtle, humanizing, everyday things. 

Small tasks done with great love.