I was going through airport security this morning and was
dealing with my usual perturbation. There must have been 20 TSA employees
milling around, hectoring travelers and making endless demands; loath to offer
assistance, let alone lift a finger to help.
At one point I was standing there with one shoe on (my other
one had to be rescanned) and my belt in my hand trying to gather all my loose
change and boarding passes, when the row of bins had a pile up at the end of the
conveyor belt. They collapsed together accordion-like. A free-handed TSA
employee standing across from me chirped, “Let’s try to keep the bins moving
along!”
A tempered version of the following sentiment teetered on
the tip of my tongue:
Have any of you ever considered actually lifting a finger to help? Or is that too obvious? You just prefer to bark orders and demands at people whose hands are already full?
I bit said tongue and kept the sentiment to myself as I
hobbled into the seating area, dragging my stuff along like a scene from The Jerk.
I took one last glance into the security area and thought,
“What a miserable impression that leaves one with! Dozens of people being paid
to loiter around with arms akimbo or crossed; rolling their eyes and barking
orders when they could—SHOULD—be serving
and helping and extending understanding!”
And it occurred to me, “This is probably how people view the
church!”
Ugh.
church | ch ər ch | n. – a bunch of people with no baggage who tell you all the rules you’re breaking and roll their eyes at your struggles, when they could—SHOULD!—give an ounce of grace; maybe even help!
True? I hope
not!