Monday, September 24, 2007

Hot Dogs

Last week a friend and I took a last minute road trip. We went to a Church Planter’s Conference in Raleigh North Carolina. (more about that later) Anyway before the conference started we stopped for lunch at place called Hot Weiners. Like their name says, they only serve hot dogs. They serve them plain or with your choice of coney sauce, mustard, and onions. It’s an old school “lunch counter” kind of place, so you just come in and sit at the counter wherever there's a seat. Consequently you end up setting next to people you don’t even know, but who eventually become friends.

Remember this is the south, so I decided to talk to the two ladies next to me. One was 80 and the other was 85. I know how old they were because they told me! Anyway, they had just gotten done delivering meals on wheels to shut-ins and were treating themselves to lunch. I asked the "girls" if they eat here often. They said, “all the time.” I also asked them where they were from. They said they were locals and were quite proud of it. Later they left and the owner/waitress came over and said to us, “You made their day.” I think they loved just having someone talk to them, not to mention somebody younger call them "girls".

Later two more people took their place. They were a husband and wife, a bit younger, only 70 something. (I choose all the really “hip” places to eat!) I asked them if they come here very often. They said, “all the time and they would come more often but they aren’t open for supper.

When we left I realized what happened. I had a chance to do carry out the truth of something John Wesley said hundreds of years earlier, “Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as you can.”

While I was in Raleigh, someone called and wondered if I would do her mom’s funeral. I knew them from the church I was a long time ago. They don’t go there any more. I guess they don’t go anywhere. (I suppose 27 years isn’t enough time to find another church?!) Anyway, pray for me. I’m doing the funeral tomorrow. I think it’s a test, a test to see if I willing to do all the good I can, by all the means I can, in all the ways I can, in all they places I can, at all the times I can, to all the people I can, as long as I can, even when I don’t feel like it!

4 comments:

Vicki said...

We need more lunch counters or should I say lunch "encounters" like that! I love that quote by John Wesley, it gives a much needed perspective in today's world. What a wonderful blessing to know that you have made someone's day! And a hot dog for lunch, does it get any better than that!

Looking forward to hearing about "boot camp"!

clayburkle said...

You and your local eateries... You could write a book. Have fun (you know what I mean) at the funeral. They called you for a reason... sheep tend to recognize their shepherds voice.

Anonymous said...

Hi Son, It is good to be able to keep up with you by your "blog". I want you to know that we miss you and still love you forever! What a great story about the two "young ladies" at the diner counter. Jack and I had a similar experience at Der Dutchman. When it came time to pay our bill we couldn't get the waitress to come to us.When she did she told us that our lunch was paid for and the person who did this,added two desserts and told her to do not come near us until they left.We still wonder who did this RAK(random act of kindness) but it was a wonderful experience and we intend to return it to someone we don't know!
Love, Mom

dennis said...

Hey "mom",

Miss you too. Thanks so much for sharing your story. How fun to be the recepient of RAK. It almost makes it worth being a "senior citizen".