The Waiter

I woke up this morning with the waiter on my mind. Yes, the waiter who served my table last night. He didn’t give his name. He just did his job…the bare minimum. That’s all. There was no joy in it. I could tell. He attempted to take the plates several times before my friend and I were finished. He never inquired about our meal or if we would like more water. He did smile and mumble something when he brought the check (was he thinking about the tip?).  He wasn’t the worse waiter I’ve encountered but far from the best.

I asked myself, Why did I wake up with this waiter on my mind? I didn’t go to bed thinking about him.  It’s as if the Lord said, “He represents what I don’t want you to be: someone who does a job without joy. I want you to be full of joy about whatever assignment I give you, large or small. Never make it about the money. I can tell when you’re simply doing it just to be doing it because it’s a job.”

So can others.

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