I work at a Pizza restaurant where families come and get tasty, gourmet pizza for a moderately expensive price...and almost always excellent service. I get to be a server and make anywhere from 16 to 40 dollars a night...depending on how busy the restaurant is.
When I get home and empty my pockets, I separate my wad of cash into two different mugs: one for the bank, and one for my tithe, which goes to a missionary in Ukraine. One night I stood before my mugs sitting in the window sill and looked at the twenties and fives in "my" mug, and then at all the dollar bills in "God's mug". The thought struck me, "It would be really cool to be that missionary and live off of somebody's 10%. In fact, it would be even more awesome if I lived off the 10% and sent the 90% to the missionary! That would be cool. And it would take a lot of faith and a lot of hard work at cutting costs!
I told my Mom, "Someday, when I'm not in college and I'm still single, I'm going to do that."
Funny thing is, God decided that right now is a good time to start...in a sense.
When I got the job at the restaurant I kind of thought I was going to make a lot of money. I would work hard, get to the top fast, and God would bless me with a lot of customers who would pay me big tips. Well, that kind of didn't line up with His plan. Because although I work super hard and tire myself out with the strain of "excellent service" I have rarely had a customer appreciate my efforts and show me by giving an extra large tip. In fact I often get stingy tips in return for my hard work.
But before you begin to think that I am poor, let me tell you about the heavenly riches that the Lord has been raining down on me in loads and loads!
The first week I was standing and rolling silverware. The busboy, Derek, walked up to me and we started talking. Then I asked him what he thought about Muslims. He hadn't thought much, but he said something about not thinking they were all terrorists...some of them were pretty good people! So we talked about good people. And I made it a game of twenty questions: "Do you think a good person would curse? steal? murder?" etc. At the end of the conversation we talked about Jesus and how He came to save all us "not-so-good" people!
Another time I was singing a song and the expo guy, Roberto, asked me what I was singing. It was a praise song, so I sang it louder. Later on he said, "You're a Christian, right?" And we discussed what we believed in--he's a catholic. From some of the things he said in that conversation I believe he has been saved, even though he is a catholic. At the end of the conversation I asked him if he were married. He said, "Yes. Well, kind of."
My friend explained that because his parents had gotten a divorce and then later on remarried, he did not feel that marriage was necessary for two people. He expressed fear that later he and his wife would split up. He also said that He was afraid of answering to God for not keeping the marriage together.
I asked Him, "Roberto, when we talked about God being all-powerful and incredibly loving, we were talking about the God who holds marriages together. Don't you think He's powerful enough to keep you and your wife together if you trust Him?"
He laughed and said He needed to think about that. But I could see that he was pleased with that idea. I hope he will take it to heart.
Now before I paint myself as some heavenly angel in a dark and hurting world...let me tell you about last Friday night!
At the beginning of the night I went to the office to check in with my manager and get his o.k. to start work. He said to me, "Lindsey, don't change. Don't be like all the other _____ people in this restaurant!"
In my heart I said, "Yeah, I'm waaay better than all those people." And I told him I wouldn't change.
That night was the worst night I've EVER had at a restaurant. I broke two plates, I bumped into customers, I got people's orders wrong, I mixed up table numbers and checks, etc. I'd never been worse.
When the second plate went dashing to the floor, brownie and all, I told Roberto. "God is trying to teach me that I need to be humble!" And I had that conversation with my boss in mind. I realized that I had missed an opportunity to share with him why I was different...because of Jesus. In my pride, I had taken all the credit and missed a gospel-sharing opportunity. I felt terrible.
The next day I was working in the morning. I went in to the office to check in with the same boss, and the most amazing thing happened. He said to me, "Lindsey, don't change." And this time I responded rightly. The Lord had redeemed my mess up and given me another chance. Not only that, my boss heard about the good news of Jesus Christ! God is so good and mercy and grace never end.
Every week I count up my money and find that I've fallen short of the goal again. I'm not going to return to Moody with half of my tuition saved up. But at the end of each night at the restaurant, I don't feel disappointment. I feel satisfaction...contentment...purpose. God has a reason for me to be there. And He'll take care of my future, full bank account or empty bank account.
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