The first weekend in May was my birthday weekend and my parents took the whole family out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant. We ordered our drinks and several of us ordered water with lemons, which is free, for health reasons and nobody ordered any alcoholic drinks. The table behind us came a few minutes later, they were a young couple with a small child they ordered two alcoholic drinks that were huge, plus order the special guacamole that the waiter makes at your table. During this time, I had emptied my drink and wanted a refill. The waiter pasted by our table 4 times while he was gushing over the table behind us and every time I would raise my glass so he could see that I needed a refill. In that time, the waiter had gotten a refill of the alcoholic drink for the table behind us. I was pretty upset and Sharon, who was even madder, called the manager over to the table and let him know we were very unhappy.
The waiter had made a judgment about us because we had ordered water and no alcoholic drinks that we were not going to give a very good tip. He did not know that we were celebrating a birthday and everybody was going to get a dessert. Dad paid the bill but I know it had been over $150. The tip on our bill was much larger than the couple with a small child and a few alcoholic drinks.
I remember one other time, it was right before Sharon’s birthday, it was Saturday, and I had just mowed the lawn so I had my grungy clothes on and a ball cap. After I finished the lawn, I ran into Houston to look for some nice earrings for Sharon’s birthday. I had always gone to one store for jewelry for Sharon and never had a problem. This day they only had two women at the counter, which is strange for a Saturday. It took forever to get one of the women to come over and help me. Then she had to leave to help another customer. A little time passed and all that was at the counter was this tall nice looking black gentleman in a suit and me. I waited 10 minutes while BOTH of these women just kissed up to this gentleman. I finally walked away without a purchase and got Sharon something else from another store and I never went there again. Again, the women had made a judgment about me based on what I was wearing.
The morning after the first incident I was laying in bed before I got up thinking about the night before and God spoke to me (not in an audible voice but in my heart) That is a pet peeve of mine also. We do the same thing in our churches every week. We judge the visitors. How many people even talk to one visitor a week? How many people grumble because a visitor is sitting in your seat? In our present church, we had been there a few times and on one packed day we sat on what we found out was the old lady’s pew. We over heard one of them say, “What are they doing sitting here?” we did not feel very welcome.
God wants us to love everyone equally, not to make judgments based on clothes or drinks ordered. We are all made in his image and when we love a fellow human being, we love God. James makes this plain in the second chapter.
1My brethren, have not the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, with respect of persons.
2For if there come unto your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile raiment;
3And ye have respect to him that weareth the gay clothing, and say unto him, Sit thou here in a good place; and say to the poor, Stand thou there, or sit here under my footstool:
4Are ye not then partial in yourselves, and are become judges of evil thoughts?
5Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him?
This is God’s pet peeve and He wanted me to experience it so I can understand His heart. I am sure you all have an experience like this, remember it next week before church, think of the visitors around you, and make them welcome.