Well, that didn’t take long. It’s officially December.
By now, most people have turned their focus to Christmas. Decorations are going up, lights are being turned on, food is being cooked, plans are being made, and yes, gifts are being bought. This is the crazy time of the year that we love and hate. Love because of everything it stands for: family, gifts, love and warmth. Hate because of the money it costs, extra traffic, the frenzied traveling, and yes, sometimes family.
My goal this year is to slow down and take a breath every now and then and renew and refocus my mind on what’s really important in this season: God and family, whether it is by blood or by the family we’ve built for ourselves through friends. So, for the month of December, this space will provide all of us with reminders of what’s really important this month.
This week’s theme is: Remember Those Who Serve You. As we go about Christmas shopping and dining, oftentimes we forget about those overworked and overtired retail and service workers who usually dread this time of the year as it is usually filled with angry and frustrated customers getting into their faces. May we, as we shop for gifts for those we love and eat out with our friends and families, be a blessing to these people and thank them for doing their jobs for the rest of us. What a better way to show them the real reason for the season? (A thank you to Rich Lentfer for sending this story my way.)
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
“How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked.
“Fifty cents,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.
“Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. “Thirty-five cents,” she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.
You see, he couldn’t have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
See you next week,
Matt
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Remember Those Who Serve You
December 1, 2011
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Matt
Well, that didn’t take long. It’s officially December.
By now, most people have turned their focus to Christmas. Decorations are going up, lights are being turned on, food is being cooked, plans are being made, and yes, gifts are being bought. This is the crazy time of the year that we love and hate. Love because of everything it stands for: family, gifts, love and warmth. Hate because of the money it costs, extra traffic, the frenzied traveling, and yes, sometimes family.
My goal this year is to slow down and take a breath every now and then and renew and refocus my mind on what’s really important in this season: God and family, whether it is by blood or by the family we’ve built for ourselves through friends. So, for the month of December, this space will provide all of us with reminders of what’s really important this month.
This week’s theme is: Remember Those Who Serve You. As we go about Christmas shopping and dining, oftentimes we forget about those overworked and overtired retail and service workers who usually dread this time of the year as it is usually filled with angry and frustrated customers getting into their faces. May we, as we shop for gifts for those we love and eat out with our friends and families, be a blessing to these people and thank them for doing their jobs for the rest of us. What a better way to show them the real reason for the season? (A thank you to Rich Lentfer for sending this story my way.)
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
“How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked.
“Fifty cents,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.
“Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. “Thirty-five cents,” she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.
You see, he couldn’t have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
See you next week,
Matt
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