Aside: U2's Bono explains the gospel very well in terms of grace verses karma.
But I do believe that God sometimes orchestrates moments in our lives that can look a whole lot like karma.
Case in point. Hubby was sick and didn't want to go out for dinner, so I called in a take-out order at Pei Wei. (Mmmmm my favorite food EVAH.)
Aside: I fully admit that I am still very much a yankee, in that hurry-up-and-get-where-I'm-going-and-don't-you-dare-get-in-my-path kinda way.
So I pull in and head for the take-out door, following one lady with another lady right behind me. Per a usual Friday night, the take-out area is jammed and I step one foot in and find myself third in line, with other customers seated all around waiting for their orders.
Here's where it gets interesting. The lady behind me does not stop in line behind me. She side-steps me to the right and heads straight up to the counter with a determined look on her face. I wasn't sure at first if she would have the audacity...so I watched. She looked straight at the other employees behind the counter and didn't dare to catch my eye. The lady two people in front of me is finishing up paying and collecting her order. A second guy steps up on my left to the lady in front of me and asks if she was next in line, which she confirms. He starts ringing her up on my left. A third guy is helping organize the bags when I see the brazen women to my right catch his attention and say "Is my order ready?"and point to the bags behind him.
I admit, my first reaction was to shout "Oh NO YOU DI'N'T, B*TCH!"
Thankfully my immediate second reaction was "Remember Sarah, servant of all. Servant of all, Sarah." I kept repeating this in my head over and over while my pulse slowed.
Aside: In case you have no idea what the voice in my head was referring to, it's a Bible verse, Mark 9:35 where Jesus said "If anyone wants to be first, he must be last and the servant of all." It's God's command for us to be always humble and not ambitious, willing to always serve, always be willing to let someone ahead of us.
I watched as he looked for her bag, didn't find it, and started over to the food counter to assemble it for her.
Then I watched as the two women in front of me both finished paying and walked out, and the very nice cashier asked my name. He was SO nice, despite the chaos. He said "Oh my sister's name is Sarah." And turned to the food counter to assemble my bag. Quickly he came back, and as I handed him my money he continued "Is that spelled with an H? My family spells it with H's too."
I started to walk away and said "Oh, I think I ordered a fountain soda..." he cut me off as he handed me a cup "they musta missed it on the order but I don't care." I smiled and turned to fill up my free soda cup.
And I couldn't help but notice the other lady, still waiting for her food.