Tuesday, August 3, 2010
A wait at Walgreens
This one is from March, 2010:
Freshly humbled by my very own ignorance of my personal insurance policy, I sit quietly next to two college frat boys waiting for the pharmacy tech to figure out my drug coverage conundrum for me. I sift through my purse hoping to find some reading material, anything that would make sitting next to these two young friends less uncomfortable. As I find relief in playing with the buttons on my cell phone, I quickly fall into their conversation of frustrations with girls. The boy waiting for his medicine starts talking about an Ashley who is indecisive about whether she wants to be in a committed relationship one day, or be available the next. His sidekick proceeds to rattle off names of girls who have similar tastes in flightiness. He then deems it an opportune time to pour out his wisdom on dating to his fraternity brother. “That’s why now I don’t want a name, a number, or an address. Just go for the one night stand and you’re done,” he preaches rather smugly. His callous statement shoves my heart into a pit of sadness. One may think it appropriate to feel sorry that a boy would believe such a lie, knowing that it will only lead him more into emptiness and despair. However, I start picturing those girls, his “targets”. I see them having a good time in a bar, falling for his antics, and giving away a small piece of their innocent heart that night. I feel sorry that a man would objectify them and be oblivious to their precious hearts. Hearts made in the image and likeness of God meant to be treasured and protected, yet this frat boy overlooks the scars he creates with his one night escapades. I wonder what he will say on the day he stares deep into our Lords eyes as He asks, “How did you treat my daughters? Did you actively seek to protect their hearts and honor their innocence? Did you search for their true beauty and study their intricate souls by earning their respect and winning their hearts? How did you treat my daughters, my son?”
Luckily, before I am tempted to say anything, his medicines are called, and he and his sidekick walk away. As I sit there unfairly building up stereotypes for fraternity men in my own mind, an elderly woman wrapped in a long black shawl walks up to the counter. An unusually bright smile lights up her face seemingly out of place for a woman just picking up meds at her local Walgreens. The pleasant clerk greets her and she soon pays for her medication. She delightfully thanks the clerk and ends their interaction with a peppy, “God Bless!”. The bright smile from the elderly woman’s face has now found its way onto mine. How I wish that I would have the courage to pour out God’s blessing on a mere acquaintance. What a powerful statement granted with such simplicity and grace. Why does my fear of offending someone stop me from vocalizing my hope for them? God told us to love one another, right?
My thoughts rapidly turn towards the new ideas of the so called decline of Christianity in America. In just five minutes, I have witnessed grave sin and Godly love side by side. What if we, as Christians, started outwardly loving our brothers and sisters, actively caring for their hearts? What if we invoked a small change in our day to day life by wishing God’s blessing on one another? What if Christianity is not declining here, but no one is actually sitting still long enough to witness it in its simple quaint moments? Finally, what if we could be that elderly woman in the black shawl, loving unconditionally, knowing not how her two last words were instilling a great hope and delight in the young woman’s heart, sitting quietly in the corner at Walgreens.