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He drove past three just for iced tea

So, you know everyone loves Chick-fil-A. I’ve met people who claim to eat there every day. Many who bemoan the fact that they are closed on Sundays. Plenty of folks love the chicken sandwich. Others really like the coffee. Some are fans of the sweet tea.

A few weeks ago, a friend shared with me that he drove past three Chick-fil-A’s to get to the one who had the best sweet iced tea. Hmm. I had no idea. I assumed that the menu, food and drinks were consistent from restaurant to restaurant. The few times I search for fast food, I go to the nearest one. Okay, one might like the fries at one place better than another. But come on, iced tea? How many variations could there be?

I’m just not that sophisticated. What kind of wine do you like? Red. What kind of coffee do you prefer? Black. Beer? Yes, please.

That’s the world we live in. I will got way out of my way to satisfy my personal taste. A family might drive past dozens of churches to attend one that they connect with. In Dallas, TX, where Tex-Mex food abounds, everyone has their favorite that is worth the drive. I can save a few bucks at that grocery store, even it it is farther away from my home.

For what else do we go far, far out of our way? I’ll go out of my way to eat at a restaurant I have a gift card for. I drive further to the airport where I get a lower priced flight. I’ve driven on back roads to avoid traffic or for a more scenic drive. I’ve taken longer routes to avoid toll roads.

As much as we enjoy convenience, we’ll go out of our way to get what we want, crave, or prefer, won’t we?

Posted in death

Death just isn’t convenient.

I was talking to the last few people to leave church yesterday when a friend told me, “I had a question posed to me. Someone asked, ‘Why did you schedule ______’s memorial service for a Thursday?'”

“Well,” I said, “First of all, just about everyone he knew is retired, so I didn’t think it really mattered which day I picked. Plus the only family he has, his neices, will be in town that week, and I wanted to include them if possible.”

And then I added, “Death just isn’t convenient, is it?” We both just smiled.

That afternoon I pondered the wisdom and truth of my words. Death isn’t convenient. It always interrupts our schedules, routines and habits. Suddenly, we have to deal with funerals and memorial services, funeral homes and cemeteries, death certificates and insurance policies, family and friends, emotions and feelings. And none of it was on your calendar.

Death is never on my calendar. Neither my own nor anyone else’s. It’s funny. You know it’s coming. But you don’t know when. So for the most part, you never expect it to happen. You live as if you and everyone else were immortal. And then just like that, you are proved wrong. Death happens.

When a member dies, they immediately get a spot on my calendar for their funeral or memorial. Family gets slots on my schedule for visits. All kinds of folks flex their schdules or ask for time off to gather for a service.

Because death just isn’t convenient.