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For Your Convenience

I was walking out of the gym this morning, when I noticed this sign by the water cooler.

It made me chuckle.

”For your convenience, this cleansing foam may be applied to a paper towel and used to wipe equipment.”

In other words, please clean up your own mess.

I’m thinking about posting a similar sign by the bus stops in our neighborhood: “For your convenience, there is a trash can in your kitchen. Please leave your candy wrappers there instead of at the curb.”

I don’t know why we need signs to remind us that we are all responsible for our own actions, but I do wonder if our world has become too convenient. When I was a kid, going out to eat was a big deal.

A really big deal. We might have ordered pizza once a week, but going to a restaurant with a waiter was like Christmas came early.

Now, we eat out all the time - which means, sadly, that my kids are growing up in a world where they expect someone to top off their lemonade and wash their dishes. Fortunately, they have a mother that ensures that this same expectation isn’t brought into our own kitchen. And yet, it is difficult to nurture a servant’s heart in a culture that expects to constantly be served.

In Romans 12:3, Paul writes: ”For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do note think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment...”

I believe the key to this is exercising gratitude. I have a friend that I love to go out to eat with. He’s great company, but he also really knows how to charm the waitstaff. I’ve never met a server who didn’t love him - every time they fill his glass, he thanks them as though he was just handed a $100 bill.

His glass is rarely empty.

Imagine how different our world would be if we followed Paul’s advice, and simply thought of ourselves (and others) with sober judgment. Thank (and tip) your wait staff. Pick up after yourself. Lend a helping hand.

And next time I go to the gym, I’ll wipe down my own equipment.

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