Thanks Jesus

I meet with a group of guys every Tuesday morning at Panera. We call ourselves the GOYBADS. GOYBADS stands for Get Off Your Butt And Do Something. Which is a funny name to call ourselves because all we have done together is sit on our butts.

But we do talk about doing stuff. We talk about changing the world, or our part of it, and sometimes just ourselves, which may be the most difficult of the three. And I bet before it’s all said and done, we GOYBADS will do something. We just don’t know what it is yet…

A few weeks ago I ordered my regular: a coffee and a bagel sliced and toasted with nothing on it. It comes to $3.14. It used to be $3.04 but there’s been inflation. That morning, a few weeks ago, I forgot my wallet in the car. It being 6:30am and me being the only one in line, I told Leshia at the register to hold on a minute while I ran to my car.

Less than a minute later, I returned to the register, my credit card in hand. But Leshia stopped me and pointed to the bagel guy in the back. I’d seen him before. I even knew his name. And I waved at him a little confused as to why Leshia had pointed at him.

Seeing me, he waved back then walked around the counter, pulled out his wallet and slid his credit card down the slot.

“Wow! Thanks Jesus,” I said. I told you I knew his name. Jesus has been working at this establishment for several years now. I say hi to him every time I go to Panera. His name is unique enough I remember it.

And that morning, Jesus Got Off His Butt And Did Something for me. Wow.