Rev Vicky's Message August 12, 2021

One of my (almost) daily rituals is checking out the DailyGood.org article that flows into my inbox each morning (along with Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation). Today, thinking about something to share in my “Minister’s Message,” DailyGood (8.12.21) offered this insightful piece that I thought might touch you in some of the ways it touched me… Meet you on the other side…

A Morning When Everything Fell Into Place

by Richard Whittaker, Aug 4, 2021

“July 28, 2011 – I’d driven down to Los Angeles to interview a well-known artist, and afterwards met friends in Culver City for dinner. I hadn’t reserved a room anywhere, and after saying good night, I ended up at a Motel 6 fifteen or twenty miles east on Highway 10. It was still hot outside, maybe 90 degrees. From the look of things, I was deep in gang territory. A young couple checking in ahead of me added to this impression. I was nervous and felt out of place, but ended up having a good night’s sleep. In the morning, as I was carrying my bags to the car, a young man standing in the parking lot shouted out, “Good morning!” “Good morning,” I responded. And then, continuing to look at me with his smile, he said, “Have a blessed day.” His words were so unexpected and so genuine, they passed into an unguarded place in me that simply lit up. His gesture was a blessing, and could not have been more unexpected. Getting into my car, and feeling lighter, I remembered the car needed gas. Glancing around, I noticed that right next to the motel there was a gas station. Great! I filled the tank. Okay. What about breakfast? Almost the moment that thought entered my mind, I spotted a restaurant across the street. Things were definitely lining up. Walking in, I was led to a booth. It was a nice place—open, clean. A waitress came over, “Coffee?” Surprising how much one takes in so quickly. The way she wore her uniform, for instance. Impeccable. She was, I soon realized, an impeccable waitress. Her presence next to me at the booth left the space completely open. Nothing impinged on me at all. And yet, I was aware of her attention on me. She handed me one of those over-sized, plastic-coated menus covered with photos and visual distractions and left. I sat there holding it in both hands looking for something simple, something not in a photograph. At the bottom of the page, I spotted a line of text: “Senior’s special”—one egg, two pancakes and bacon. $5.99. Right. That should do it. It was hard to know all the sources of the state I found myself in as I sat there, at home inside myself – more awake, more open. Now my waitress was back. I ordered the Senior Special. “Don’t you want the “Fast Start”? she asked. I hadn’t noticed that one. She pointed to the menu—“See this one? Fast Start.” I took a quick glance: $4.99, two eggs, two pancakes and bacon. “You get more, and save money,” she pointed out. I took a quick look at her to see if there was some hidden agenda. No. I didn’t think so. The Fast Start was clearly a better deal. Same thing, plus an extra egg and one dollar less! Hmmm. Why not? I ordered the Fast Start. As she walked away I watched her, a middle-aged Hispanic woman, and couldn’t help feeling that something unusual was going on. Absolutely everything was falling into place with no effort at all. I was even being gifted with an extra dollar. It was almost as if I’d entered some zone of perfection. That young man in the parking lot—at first, I was still in the grip of my fears from the night before. Then, when I did really look at him, I saw that he’d been waiting for that—for me to make eye contact. How fortunate I’d looked at him. As I sat at the booth waiting for my Fast Start to arrive, I was beginning to believe there was something mysterious going on. No, that’s not quite accurate. Actually, that moment in the parking lot when I opened myself to looking at the stranger, when in that moment, smiling, he blessed me, in that moment, something inside was brought vividly to life like a small songbird. In that moment, I knew something mysterious had happened. I don’t mean to exaggerate. In the context of ordinary life, I could have passed over the whole thing and just called it a nice morning. But maybe we don’t look closely enough at things. My waitress brought the food. Walking away, she stopped at a booth across from me where a younger man was talking about different kinds of cell phones with an older man. I watched her. She did her job cleanly and without ornamentation and yet, keeping this measure in no way shortchanged the customer. Not at all. One could say, this woman was a thorough professional. That’s one way to put it, but my thoughts flew past that into a world I didn’t know—but had sensed, a world where one lived, approached one’s work—like a warrior, perhaps. The way of it, which I was watching from my plate of pancakes and eggs, was almost invisible. Nothing like I’d imagined. As I ate my breakfast, at a certain point, I begin to think about the tip I would leave. Certainly, I’d give the waitress the saved dollar. I’d add it to my usual tip. But why not more? The thought filled me with a little charge of happiness. I’d leave a ten-dollar bill! That would be pretty generous. What would that be? 60% or so. Then, as I was finishing off the last bite of scrambled egg and already feeling the pleasure of my unplanned generosity, something else entered my mind. Maybe the ten dollars was too easy. Didn’t this morning call for something more? I’d been transformed not only by the generosity of others, but by seeing into a world I hadn’t known; it was so much bigger than the one my fears painted. In gratitude, I had to give back something that counted, something from myself.”

This story hit me on multiple layers. First, I smiled at how a single act, like a stranger gifting us with a simple blessing, can awaken us to seeing and appreciating blessings all around us, and inspire us to become more generous ourselves.

Second, I immediately related to the author’s experience of being a little nervous having found himself in what he determined to be a somewhat sketchy environment. (I remembered experiencing similar concerns during travel to some Los Angeles areas when I worked for the state.)

And finally, an uncomfortable awareness (followed by gratitude) arose in me: discomfort – as I recognized the unconscious racism embedded in the entire episode, especially in what appeared to be simple (even appreciative) observations about the “clean” restaurant and “thoroughly professional waitress”; and gratitude – that I can now see how those kinds of thoughts are racist, which means I’m progressing in my conscious intention to become an anti-racist. Audible sigh…

Blessings, Rev. Vicky #WEAREALLINTHISTOGETHER