One day shopping I just felt the need for a coffee break. I stepped into a coffee shop bought myself a little bag of cookies and put them on the table. I then got in line to grab a coffee, and sat at one of the many tables, and taking out a magazine I began to sip my coffee and read. Across the table a man sat reading the newspaper. After a minute or two I reached out and took a cookie. As I did, the man seated across the table reached out and took one too. This put me off, but I did not say anything.
A few moments later I took another cookie. Once again the man did so too. Now I was getting a bit upset, but still I did not say anything.
After having a couple of sips of coffee I once again took another cookie. So did the man. I was really upset by this - especially since now only one cookie was left. Apparently the man also realized that only one cookie was left. Before I could say anything he took it, broke it in half, offered half to me, and proceeded to eat the other half himself. Then he smiled at me and, putting the paper under his arm, rose and walked off.
Was I steamed? My coffee break ruined, already thinking ahead of how I would tell this offense to my family, I folded my magazine, opened my shopping bag to take my mobile, and turned around and there I discovered my own unopened bag of cookies.
This taught me something - it made me think about how well God treated me even when I was not treating him well or thinking all that kindly about him.
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