I’ve worked hard today. I’m tired.
For the past two days I have run the drive-thru at McDonald’s. People come to the window. Some smile at me. Some do not. Some say ‘thank you.’ Some don’t say a word. They come, stop for a little while and to be next to me, and then they leave and move on. Some are grateful, but some do not even notice I am there.
How sad it is to see the similarities between fast food drive-thru service and life.
To them, I am not the Jacob that Emily loves. To them I am not the Jacob who impressed the entire performing arts faculty at Lees-McRae. To them, I am no one. I am their servant.
But while at Lees-McRae, to everyone I served while working in the post office, I felt like they knew me, they valued me, they appreciated me. To them I was the true Jacob.
Things are different around here.
I want something exciting to happen.
I want to truly love somebody.
I want this summer to contain more than just 45 hours a week at McDonald’s.
Please Lord, let something happen.