This past Monday I “got” to drive to Greeley to pick up my Mac notebook, donated hand sanitizer, and really cool homemade face masks. I was also getting my Bible commentaries as the reality that Zoom Bible study was going to be the standard for a looooooonnnnngggg while. Going into the church building is a strange… surreal…sad… experience. It reminds me of going into my Mom’s apartment when she was no longer there. It was filled with memories but absent of life. I sat around in my office for about two hours listening to my own sounds. That was enough, it was time to head to my home. It was lunch time and the Impossible Whopper was speaking to me… vegan junk food was in order. This was only my second drive through in seven weeks. The idea of dining in my car alone with fries and fake meat seemed very exciting.
There is a Burger King a mile from the church and when I got there the line was about 11 cars. I was on a mission. I made my order and then pulled up to the window ready to seize my prey like the hawks I watch on this 120 mile round trip commute. The young man in gloves and mask handed me my $9.77 ‘meal deal’ and then looked me in the eye and with a kind voice said, “Have a Blessed Day”. Not what I was expecting from a front line pandemic $11.23 an hour worker. I did have the presence of mind to say “You too”. I stopped at a curb and savored my plant based prize. Some how it took on a holy presence. It was blessed by a servant of the people.
I want to give a shout out to Burger King. Yes, the Impossible Burger 🍔 is now outselling meat. True!!! I have enjoyed the “Couch-potariot” adds. They are also giving free meals to health care workers. Thanks again to the young man who showed grace to me… the Impossible Burger made my sad day a new possibility.
Onward and Upward