We wait tables. It’s a tough industry. But fun. Frustrating. Sometimes we try and try and try to stand out and be countercultural. To rep the King. Represent. Speak the truth. Love it out. We want to fit in. We give and give and are hurt when we are not loved. We are exhausted and pretend it’s only that we’ve been on our feet all day. We gamble. Give away what we earned if it’s not fair and we’re the only one. We sweat, groan, spill, smile when we are broken. But fail and frown. Try. We try.
We tend to love the ones who drive us crazy. This is not easy and so we go crazy. Get angry. We play games, neglecting our job, sometimes we swear. We laugh at jokes we’d never make, live comfortably in a world we didn’t create. Disappointment sucks us dry. We try. We follow or break rules meant for thieves. We speak with disrespect and roll our eyes when the world doesn’t go our way. We suggest and hug and force and lie. We pray selfish prayers. We try. We forget and don’t care, yell and ignore. We lose our temper sometimes on a Thursday afternoon.
We are me.
Do all things without grumbling or disputing; so that you will prove yourselves to be blameless and innocent, children of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights in the world, holding fast the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I will have reason to glory because I did not run in vain nor toil in vain.