Apparently, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
While on our trip today we stopped by for lunch. Because I wanted to keep moving, I picked a restaurant near the Interstate.
There was nothing about the restaurant or the location that gave me any indication of what was about to happen. But it did.
I ordered our food and waited for it to be delivered in its plain brown wrapper. Someone ordered after me, someone after them, then a small group ordered after them. This is where it gets interesting.
I noticed that I wasn't the same nationality as the workers in the restaurant. Nor of customers that I saw when I walked in the door. The customer that followed me was the same race as I so was the next customer. But the small group that followed them wasn't.
I waited for what seemed like forever. I saw my food and the two customers food prepared and prepped to be delivered. But the employees seemed to have no interest in serving us. The small group though got their food before us. I had to walk away for a minute. When I returned, the small group was getting their food and rifling through my food as if it was theirs. The customers who had ordered before them were still waiting for their food. I walked out.
Racism is a reality. It happens. While I am sure that there are those who would like to debate me about what happened, how it happened or why it happened - that's not the purpose of this blog.
Jesus lived in one of the most racists times of history. He understood it as well as we do. But he didn't lash out in anger towards others. Why? Because He knew that a relationship would be better than their hatred towards each other.
PRAY: Dear Jesus, let me treat others they way I want to be treated today. AMEN