Taking the train after a major snowstorm is never guaranteed to be an easy trip, and with temperatures below freezing with a killer wind chill, everything was lined up for a tough commute. Sure enough, our train yesterday morning was an hour and a half late coming into New York City due to a disabled train in the tunnel.
On the way home from work last night, were delayed for a few minutes. Those of us sitting on the train heard the conductor's voice blare from the intercom:
"We are being held at the station waiting for medical attention for a passenger. I am unable to give a estimated time of departure."
What I found both sad and revealing was the reaction of many of those sitting around me. You could hear audible murmurs of exasperation and irritation, and one person actually impatiently muttered, "Come on..." as if the fellow that was incapacitated should drag him or herself of the train so the rest of us could make dinner on time. The length of delay when all was said and done was 10 minutes.
Inconvenience really does expose the condition of our hearts, doesn't it? It's easy for me to be gracious and accommodating to others - but does the depths of my servanthood extend when I pay a personal cost of convenience, time, money or comfort? This is a challenge worth giving ourselves.
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