Growing up I knew that as a Christian people should be able to see fruit in your life. Not pineapples or mangos (both of which are new smoothie flavors at McDonald’s this week, go check them out!) but the fruits of the spirit. Galatians 5:22-23 says, "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law." An extremely common passage, but boy am I re-learning how to actually live that out this summer.
Today I overheard one of my more antagonizing co-workers tell another girl from Beach Project to ‘lighten up’, because he ‘only likes to rile up the missionary girls.’ That’s what I am to him, a missionary girl. So it is completely my responsibility to show him what that term means. Christian, little Christ, missionary girl, Jesus Freak. Pick your label, I am comprehending today what the full weight of my title at McDonald’s this summer really means and the affect it should have on my actions. So from now on, the goal isn’t to get my serving times in the 90’s or to pass out each tray with the perfectly arranged order, because those things don’t really matter at all. When eternity stares my co-workers in the face they won’t be answering to the Lord about the quality or fries they made in this life. So I’m done stressing about the amount of money our store earns in an hour, and I’m going to start focusing on bearing my fruit.
Love, when a customer makes a wrongly directed spiteful comment.
Joy, when the hours in the workday multiply with every tick of the clock hand.
Peace, when the lobby is full of impatient guests and you’re the only cashier taking orders.
Patience, when your sweet foreign co-worker takes 10 minutes to make a small fry.
Kindness, when the new trainee has to ask where the grape jelly is 36 different times.
Goodness, when it’s already 15 minutes past your shift end and they beg you to stay another half hour to cover the labor shortage.
Faithfulness, when you just don’t feel like getting up at 4:00 a.m. for work but you show up smiling anyway.
Gentleness, when stress bubbles explode and the opportunity comes to yell back or smile and quietly continue.
Self-Control, when a chocolate milkshake is made instead of the requested vanilla and it gets offered to you before the trashcan.
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