I’d never yelled out the
window at a stranger before. Until last
night.
I was pulling into the
local gas station – the one with the cheap gas prices and lots of cars in line.
There’s always a fair amount of gentle chaos there. Since some cars have tanks on the driver’s
side and others on the passenger’s side, drivers often need to approach the
same pump from opposite directions.
Respect and civility are necessities.
As I pulled up to my pump,
the car over my left shoulder and on the other side pulled away, and two cars
headed for the same spot. The woman beeped her horn and gestured that she’d
been waiting. I heard an angry young man
shout back, “This is my pump. Get the f--- out of here!” And I immediately
yelled out, “Hey!” (as in “I’m the adult
and we don’t tolerate that sort of language around here. Stop it!”)
Immediately I realized, of
course, that it’s not my call what sort of language other people use at the gas
station. I also envisioned this guy
yelling at me to mind my own business, or worse. I don’t even know if he ever
heard me. The woman at the pump directly
next to me did, though, but she avoided any eye contact with me. And the woman
that I was speaking up for was nowhere to be seen.
I got out of the car and
started my gas line, thinking about that immediate rebuke. I never did see the
angry young man – he apparently went to the cashier, then gassed up quickly and
left.
Not sure I have a moral to
this story, it’s just something that has made me think. Does this sort of incident happen to
you? What have you seen others do that’s
been inspiring or helpful? And what
would Jesus want us to do in that situation?
You are in my prayers as
you encounter the sometimes rude and coarse aspects of public life. May the Lord be with you.
Pastor Larry
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