Back of the Line
I’m definitely spoiled. I always fuss and squirm when I’m in a long line and not at the front of it.
I grew up in a family with privilege. I was used to being up there near the front of it and when I hit 50, I began to travel first class, purchasing VIP tags at Disney World or Universal Studios so my offspring could whizz through without delay. At Grizzlies’ games, we arrive early to get to our seats - 5th row middle - so as to miss the final push or crowd, and often anyone with me, has to leave before the very end, so we can get out of the garage before the long, slow exist of everyone else. I don’t go to movie theaters anymore, and if public restaurants, I’m at 5:30 arrival. Get in and out. I guess you might say I’m early to bed, early to rise like my father was. When I was a child, the house was closed down, the lights were off by 8 p.m. since Dad would have to leave for work, by 5:30 a.m.
Even now, I’m standing first in line at airports waiting to be the first or second on the flight so I can get my heavy carryon lifted to the racks and be able to sit and organize myself for the long 9 hr. flight. Even at theaters, where we are in the third row at Orpheum, and on Broadway I tried to get the best tickets possible, the closer the more integrated into the play one might be, although I tend to doze off even with the most exciting dance is being performed. Sigh. It’s And old age thing. Sorry. And I have had the most amazing travel agent in this land, Wayne, who first his partner suddenly, and six months later Wayne spoke to me briefly, and died quickly. I had no idea he was even sick. It has screwed up my travel trust. I have to use new agents who don’t understand my routines and safety. In fact, the most frightening experience when I flew home via Dallas (on American), we entered a horrific storm of tornado size, that tossed the plane from one side to the other, up and down, and I had been given a horrible seat by a new agent, who
Yet, as I age, too quickly, when it comes to church or any religious abode or big meeting, whether dressed as a normal citizen or a priest, I prefer to sit in the back or be last in the door. I am humbled by being in the church or synagogue or temple and sort of tiptoe in, not wanting to be noticed or to disturb those praying. But when serving as a deacon or priest that had another entry, one to prepare to share the love of God and his salvation through the Eucharist. For me the Eucharist is celebrating the body and blood of Christ with everyone, not just a chosen few, but every person who wants to share. Then we are doing what Christ said to do, not what the hierarchy of the church established in 350 A.D.
~ Rev
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