It was a normal Thursday night at the restaurant. Several truckers were happily eating a well-deserved supper, the motorcycle group’s order was well under way, and David, an older gentleman, was in for his nightly visit.
“Do you want some coffee tonight?” I asked.
“No, I guess not tonight. I don’t get paid till tomorrow.” came his reply, “I’ll just take a glass of water”
I wasn’t surprised. This wasn’t the first time he had to turn down a cup of coffee.
“Order up!” I turned around to spy a big cheeseburger and some fries sitting in the window. Grabbing the plate, I scanned the dining room for the cheeseburger’s owner. There he was sitting at table 7. He was taller man wearing a tan jacket, with kind eyes, and his brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail.
“This must be yours.” I smiled as I set his food down. “Is there anything else I can get for you right now?”
“Let’s see…I’ve got my cheeseburger, fries, and there’s some ketchup. I think I’m set.” came his cheerful reply, “There’s just one more thing. Would you go ahead and give that man over there some coffee and just put in on my ticket.”
“Sure thing.” I was surprised by his generosity, “That’s very kind of you.”
“Well, I believe that the good Lord blessed us to bless others.”
The good Lord blessed us to bless others. The word echoed in my mind, challenging me to live as this trucker did – ready and willing to be used by God by blessing a fellow human being. Even if it is just an endless cup of coffee for $1.35.