I admit it. I'm a tea-addict who far prefers to drink with others. Be they friend, constituent, business client or colleague, there are few things I enjoy more than chatting over a cup of brewed tea (with three milk, please). Thursday I broke tradition, however, and ambled into our local Tim Hortons alone. Scanning the room I smiled inwardly. The seat I hoped to occupy was empty and waiting for me. (It was that table, the one tucked in the northeast corner, the one with the clear view of vehicles emerging from the end of the drive-through lane.) Even before ordering I walked quickly to the coveted spot and hung my jacket over the chair back. I now had the rights to the territory.
As soon as I paid for and procured my milky beverage I settled into my corner and began staring, discretely of course, at Timmie's mobile customers. They came in sedans, big honkin' trucks, SUVs, plus new, middle aged and senior versions of nearly every major auto manufacturer. Downright fascinating!
Then there were the drivers and occupants. Young people. Old people. Teens and middle aged women with kids or dogs in the back seat and, in summary, folks of every age and condition. Beverages often were accompanied by treats, with purchases paid for with $10 or $20 bills (no identity problems when your currency is colourfully Canadian). Credit card machines passed between car and store windows with regularity. I made my "medium steeped" last as long as I could.
As I sat, I prayed for the stream of humanity crossing my path every day, prayed that my words and actions would encourage others. When God looks, however, He's got both the intent and the power to bless.
"Look down from your holy habitation, from heaven, and bless Your people …" Deuteronomy 26:15
