Too Busy to Be Polite?
You know those days?
So, by the end of the day I was almost in panic mode as I raced around franticly trying to finish up the million loose ends that still need tied down. I was literally flying around. People were scattering to get out of my path.
Then I left an office. The door started to swing shut, and I noticed a co-worker coming that I knew was going in the door I had just come out.
I have a huge pet peeve. It drives me crazy when people don’t hold the door when it’s obvious you’re headed for it. Especially when you have your hands full.
My co-worker had their hands full. The right thing to do was to hold the door, but I was in a crazy hurry and had tons of things left to do.
Yes, all of these thoughts went through my mind in the thirty seconds it took for me to decide to reach out, grab the door before it latched, and stand there and wait for my co-worker to get there to walk through the door.
Holding the door was the right thing to do.
God is extremely patient. He always offers comfort.
God wouldn’t have had to thought about holding the door like I did. He naturally would have stood there and waited, patiently, holding the door.
We are called to treat each other the same way He would treat us because of Jesus. Sometimes, ok, always, we need to take a deep breath and practice patience in the midst of our busy.
Jesus wasn’t ever too busy to help someone. We shouldn’t be either.
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