I love where I work. For many reasons, two of which are: Free coffee and $.25 cokes. Free coffee is a big one, a huge one. I can't overstate that. But that isn't what I want to talk about. It is the vending machine. The $.25 vending machine. You think that sounds like a good deal? You would be right. And wrong. Horribly wrong. The problem with it, is that it is such a good deal. People are always buying cokes. Specifically, Cokes. There are two things of Dr. Pepper, two Sprites, but only one Coke, so it tends to run out faster.
Today I thought to myself, "Hmmmm I need a drink to wash down that Delicious home-made chocolate chip cookie" (did I mention I like where I work)? So I grabbed a quarter, walked down the hall, opened the door, took two steps, and felt like I got punched in the stomach. There was that little red light, taunting me. My soul withered under its harsh demon-red glow. I slowly walked up and bought a Dr. Pepper, and it's cool liquid tried in vain to cool the burning disappointment in my heart.
How often do we treat God like the vending machine? We know what we want and walk up to it, and when we get something different, throw hissy fits? Or fight against it? Refuse the Dr. Pepper?
