I’m the father of three millennials, you know, 20 and early 30 somethings.
If your house is like ours, the current climate over America’s racial issues can dominate family conversation.
Earlier today, while waiting in a Dunkin’ Donuts drive-thru line (Tyler St. Pittsfield, Massachusetts) I noticed a young black man behind me in a Jeep Grand Cherokee.
He seemed to be staring back, through my side view mirror.
No big deal, we were both yearning for caffeine.
I paid my bill, then asked the dear lady at the window how much the tab was for the gentleman next in line.
$5.75″ she said.
Huh…not that bad.
“Here,” I said, “put it on my card.”
“Yes sir.” she gladly agreed.
As I drove away, feeling like I might’ve made a difference in that man’s day, my head banged out this goofy thought:
Black Coffee Matters.
Look, none of us have the power to move mountains on our own, but, and this is a big one, when we act in love for our fellow man, we’re imitating Almighty God.
If enough of us do just that, imitate our Heavenly Father that is, then maybe America can get beyond this quagmire over race we’re stuck in.
As for those millennials, you probably guessed it, they’re not all on the same page…but they are about this challenge I’m about to make.
Here it is.
Fellow white person, here’s the challenge:
If you happen to be at a coffee shop, and you see a black man or woman behind you, please pay for their coffee, at least once, that’s all I ask…just once.
And if by chance it leads you to a conversation, or a hug, or a tear, thank Almighty God for the opportunity to do something good…because it was by His Grace that scenario unfolded.
It was Jesus who said:
“Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me. Enter into my Kingdom.”
That’s a pretty fair investment for peace, unity and eternal life, don’t you agree?