My first night back at the Robin was good. Like riding the proverbial bike. Or scooter.
I was reminded of a couple of things that I had forgotten.
1) I will inevitably fall with something in me hand. Last night, It was jsut some napkins.
2) I will spill salad dressing on myself.
3) There are just some people you cannot serve. It’s a very humbling experience to realize that it it’s your job to serve the public (granted I am expecting a tip for it), and realize that you can do nothing to satisfy them. It’s not like Peter and Jesus over the washing of the feet. It’s not that type of pride issue. It’s another kind. It’s not because they think it’s unfitting that I serve them. It’s the type of pride that has expectations of how I should serve them, adn them alone. They do not care what esle is going on my life, or with the other tables going on around them… It’s different. I’m being used for their good. I’m being used up for their enjoyment. Sometimes, I get upset about it, but then, since I find it impossibel to seperate my vocation from my calling… this is ministry.