So, This Is How It IsPosted: March 7, 2012
Yesterday I stopped at the Henpeck Market, a local eatery, placed a to-go order, and sat at a table up front to wait for it. A handsome middle-aged couple was sitting at the table next to me, and I couldn’t help but notice how nicely they were dressed, how fine they looked, how they seemed to be occupied and content talking to each other.
Their BLT’s arrived, and she got up to go pick out a pack of potato chips from a big barrel. “Do you want some? They have all different kinds?” He shook his head. “No, I’ll get some on the way out.” She was trying to help. “I’ll bring them to you.”
With this, his countenance changed. He motioned for her, strongly, and pointed to her chair. “Will you come over here and SIT DOWN?” She obeyed. “I want to eat my sandwich HOT.” He said it in a nasty, condescending voice, shaking his head, like she should know his needs better, because he was all that mattered.
I felt my breathing stop. I felt sorry for her. I didn’t want to see this high-man-power abusing his wife. She looked at him, her mouth half open, like why in the hell did he have to act like this, and she rolled her eyes and shook her head. And what did he do?
I knew it was coming, I could feel the knot tightening in my stomach, no surely not, but I knew full well it was coming.
He bowed his head and said the blessing before she could even get her eyes closed, so he could eat his sandwich HOT. Dear Father God, please bless this bacon, lettuce, and tomato, because this is the most important thing in my life, bless it to the nourishment of my body, and please bless my life to your service. In Jesus’ holy name. Amen.
If I’d had a hammer and some nails and two sticks of wood, I’d know what to do with them.