No man can follow Christ and go astray. ~William H.P. Faunce
“Coffee…Not mocha…frappuccino please….” I repeated.
I heard a slight giggle when she had her audio on…I thought I heard “Okay…Toffee…Mocha…”
True enough, as she was giving me the cold drink by the window and I was paying a little more, it was Mocha Frappuccino with toffee. I wanted the coffee. Simpler. Less sweet than the other one. On top of that…toffee was added.
She didn’t apologize. Except she said I didn’t have to pay for the drink and I should try it. Whether I liked it or not. I insisted for her to take the readied $5 on my left hand. Still. She acted like I didn’t say my order right. She was giving me back 3 quarters but I left it. In their tip jar.
“Try it…” she coaxed.
“I didn’t need to.” A positive reply I threw right back. Without anger.
“I knew what I wanted. Coffee Frappuccino. But thank you anyway.” I added.
With the temperature starting to soar, I moved forward and didn’t insist anymore on having the drink that I was craving for be made. I knew it was His presence guiding me all the way as I interacted with that lady. I didn’t need to be angry right away. That wasn’t my old self. My old self would have scolded her for not taking my order right. And I would perhaps, walked away with the drink corrected…And kept my $5 bill.
I hoped. She would be more careful. In taking the following orders after me. Having the courage to ask to have the order repeated if she didn’t understand. But most of all, to have the courage to apologize and accept the mistake done.
After all, no one is perfect…
I looked at the frozen drink. Dumped into the sink. I didn’t feel bad wasting $5. Because I knew the reality. Jesus didn’t feel bad paying with His life for sinful souls like mine.So we could live and be free.
I saved that lady from being reprimanded by the manager.
Jesus saved me from the eternal fire…