Wearing It Well

I’m visiting New Orleans this week, and a “can’t miss” treat was going to the Camellia Grill on Carrollton Ave. It’s an old restaurant where everyone sits together at the counter that serpentines across the floor.

The servers all wear white jackets and black bowties, as they have since 1946. They exude southern hospitality, greeting customers with a warm smile, a little conversation (if you’re in the mood), and a drinking straw presented with a certain charming flair.

 

Although I’m not a native of New Orleans, the atmosphere was akin to being welcomed home. What was interesting to me was the next morning we decided to check out another location of the Camellia Grill. It’s newer. The food: the same (excellent). The servers wear the signature white jackets and black bowties. But I noticed that, except for one, the servers seemed to “wear” their uniform differently. They seemed to hang loosely with bowties askew. And while our server was pleasant enough, he seemed to miss the little details. The place just was not as “homey” as the original. 

It was not a difference in the ages of the servers, either. Most were young men, black and white. But the way the men on Carrollton Avenue wore their uniforms expressed a certain care, a graciousness that offered welcome. 

It strikes me that how we carry ourselves, how we wear our faith, has a lot to do with our hospitality to others. When we wear the garments of God’s love, grace and mercy as if they were made for us, we extend that love, grace and mercy to others with authenticity. We may share a belief in the same God with many, but unless we offer God’s love as if it is a part of our being, the world may not see that we are inviting them into relationship with us and with God.

Let’s wear the love of God that all who meet us may feel that they have been welcomed home.

Free Hugs in Sondrio, Italy

Would it surprise Jesus if we gave away hugs so readily? Jesus often used touch to provide healing, offer forgiveness, and demonstrate compassion. In Luke's account of the Prodigal Son, the father does not scold his errant son, does not say: "I told you so." Rather, he runs to him and throws his arms around him.

In this world that has become so faceless, where cyberspace bullying drives young people to turn anger inward on themselves, we would be well-advised to reclaim personal contact. Today, look someone in the eyes, with compassion, and offer them a simple, respectful touch. Hugs are free; their value is priceless.

Good Intentions

                A dear friend and clergy colleague uses the word “intentions” rather than “resolutions”
to name the areas where she wants to better herself at the beginning of the year. Resolution does have a lot of guilt attached to it if we lose our resolve. Intentions are what we hope to do, perhaps will even strive to do. But the word seems to allow us to forgive ourselves when we falter or simply fall flat.

             Just nineteen days into the New Year, and my list of intentions has evaporated into one item: returning to a healthy eating pattern by keeping track of what I eat on the Weight Watchers website. I am doing pretty well, and my occasional overindulgences have not yet led to a complete surrender to old habits.

What has helped the most in keeping up this one “good intention” has been a decision to cut myself some slack. I am, after all, only human, and I will not be perfect.

God understands that we human beings will not be perfect. We will not always treat our neighbor as we would like to be treated. We will not always treat ourselves as God’s beloved children. We will repeat gossip; we will be annoyed with the slow-moving cashier; we will say an unkind word to our significant other or our children; we will not find time to connect with God. We will do all those things, and the God who loves us unconditionally will say: “I forgive you. I love you. You are my beloved and with you I am well pleased.”

And tomorrow, perhaps, we will write another list of intentions. And God will smile and say: “Well done, good and faithful servant. With you I am well-pleased.”