The clerk was a lady of fifty-something. The item was seventeen dollars, plus tax at seven per cent. While she used the calculator to figure the tax, I said, "Eighteen dollars and nineteen cents." She finished her computation and said, "You're good." Chuckling, I said, "I've done a lot of arithmetic."
Then I handed her a twenty dollar bill and twenty cents in coin. I am not making this up. She used the calculator to figure my change.
Had she been a girl of seventeen, or even a young woman in her twenties there would have been no surprise; but even fifty-year olds are young enough to have been raised in the totally-electronic-commit-nothing-to-memory age? Guess so. Oh, wait. They have to remember how to punch the buttons on the machine, don't they?
I am trying to find a Sunday School lesson in here someplace, and as I prayerfully pondered the implications of this, I arrived at this conclusion.
I am entirely too critical. The woman was merely doing her job, and doing it, no doubt, within the framework of her training. We completed the deal, I got my product and she got the company's money. So in what way was she lacking? She was competent (able to work the machinery) and pleasant (she smiled as she handed me my penny and the two one dollar bills.) If there is a fault here, and there is, it was not hers.
Jesus said, " Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment, and the second is like unto it. Love thy neighbor as thyself."*
One cannot maintain a loving spirit toward his fellow-man if he harbors a critical spirit which picks at every little perceived short-coming.
Oh, Lord, forgive me for my critical attitude and teach me love and caring for others. Make a change in me. Amen