After I read several books by Matthew Kelly, I decided to be more intentional about holy moments. To seek out ways to share love and thus spread the holiness of God into my community.
- A “thank you” to the person at Target who cleans the grimy carts
- A “God bless you. It will get better” to the tired mommy fighting three kids while grocery shopping
- An “I appreciate your service” to the cop at Chipotle who wore a weary face.
But my resolve was challenged at one particular store. I only shop there once or twice each year when they have seasonal sales.
They were touting 30% off on all garden décor. Since the squirrels had massacred my deck cushions, I needed new ones. And I found the perfect pair marked down from $14 to $9. But at the register, they popped up with the original price.
“The sale sign is posted on them,” I argued. The clerk confirmed my observation and started to give me the discount.
“Let me check with the manager, to be sure,” she said as she paged him. “We usually honor the sales price if it still has the sign attached to the shelf.”
But before I saw him, I sensed the anger in his gruff voice.
“The sale was over yesterday,” he growled. “Didn’t you see the date?”
He ripped off the sign and pointed to a microscopic date at the bottom of the paper.
“No, I did not see that because it’s so tiny. What I saw was the giant 30% off which should still be honored.”
“Well, it’s not!” He crumpled the paper and tried to stare me down. “Next time, read the date.” Then he huffed away.
The sales clerk apologized and asked, “Do you still want the cushions?”
“No, I don’t.”
The customer behind me applauded and said, “Good for you.”
As I walked to my car, I said, “Well, God — that was NOT a holy moment.”
Yet maybe it was. Could I show grace now by praying for this obviously harried manager? Maybe he was dealing with a health issue or a loved one in trouble or trying to bring his profits up after COVID year.
And wasn’t it a holy moment to stand my ground, keep to my budget and set healthy boundaries on how I should be treated?
I can live without the cushions, but my soul cannot thrive without nurturing the holiness within me.
Hope still survives and believes that the next holy moment will be more positive.
Still, I’m not going back to that store, no matter what sales they advertise. The manager has lost a customer.
But if he comes to mind, I will hope he finds peace in his soul and a sense of God’s holiness still at work in our world.
Hope shines when we search for a brighter perspective. And holy moments DO happen, even in the unexpected chaos of life.
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