I just get a kick out of the box on the far right labeled "ELSEWHERE" |
Today, I tried to buy some postage stamps. I went up to the window where I always go to
pick up packages that don’t fit in our post office box. There were two customers at the counter and
no postal worker in sight. I stood
behind one customer thinking I would stand in line. To be polite and give personal space, I stood
back a little. In time, a worker appeared
with what customer #1 (C1) needed and went on to help another customer (C4) who
had walked up to the counter ahead of C2 and me (C3). Hmmm…did he not notice the rest of us? Or is there some unwritten way of doing
things that I don’t know about?
Another customer (C5) came in and got service along with C2
who had edged over, but I still stood in “line”. I could see that I could be standing there
until closing if I kept up my behavior, so I decided to step up to the counter
in hopes of getting service. Yet another person,
C6 got his stamps and left, all while I stood almost directly in front of the
postal worker.
The stamps I bought... it takes 5 of 'em to send a post card! |
So, with money visibly in hand, just before he was finished with
C7, I held up my postcard and asked “how much to send a post card to America?” Finally, I got an answer, paid for my stamps
and took what I paid for. Next, I
stretched my luck and asked for “Air Mail” stickers. He had none, so directed me to the second
clerk who had just appeared from the back.
I was greeted by a familiar warm smile and was given ample air mail
stickers.
Now, you need to know who gave me this “familiar warm smile”. Rewind with me to just after New Year’s Day. We had been receiving quite a few packages
with Christmas and all, so visited the parcel pickup window often. The same man and woman were always at the
window as today when I bought stamps, but the woman always looked a bit grumpy as
she plopped our packages on the counter and demanded a signature. I wanted to break past the grumpy demeanor of
this woman, but didn’t know how to, beyond sweetly smiling and eagerly
submitting to her requests. But, after
the new year, I had something to talk about!
So, after greeting her in Chichewa and answering the usual greeting
questions (How did you wake up? How are
the children? How is the baby?), I continued in English with “Happy New Year!” Her face melted into a joyful smile and she
said it was good, then asked how mine was.
I asked “Did you sing and dance all night until the sun came up?” to
which she beamed “Yes!”…ever since that little personal interaction, she is no
longer grumpy with me.
A beautiful flower that bloomed in our yard this week. It surprised me with beauty where I didn't expect it. May we be the same to others! |
This story really could have happened anywhere, right? Are there any grumpy people you encounter on
a routine basis? How can you spring some
light into their lives? It’s not giving
them a tract explaining sin and salvation…it’s not inviting them to a Bible
study…it’s not trying to get them into a church building…it’s just being the
Light of Christ without any labels or pressure.
But wait, how can you be the "Light of Christ" without talking about Christ? It all goes back to that nifty quote usually attributed to Francis of Assisi: "Preach the Gospel, if necessary, use words." Who knows? Maybe someday they’ll
ask you about it. Maybe not. If the opportunity does surface to tell them about Jesus, they'll be more likely to listen to you. But in the mean time, you can serve as a reflection of Christ's Light in their lives.