Dear Brothers and Sisters,
Does anyone remember what McDonalds drive through was like 40 years ago? Interacting with the drive though is one of my memories from the back seat of the green 1969 Chevy Caprice Classic. I remember clearly stating what I wanted to Dad, who took notes for the whole family (this was long before numbered value meals), who then relayed the message to the invisible person through the little square with holes in it in the steal post, just under the menu. A few seconds later the whole thing, or what I had to assume was the whole thing, was read back. The little square with holes in it suddenly came alive with, “One fkint dalep pbty, five yinky jbny, three dnkyfrs, four hunkfit, blaa bla blaa blaah, pull around!” I was dumb struck, I hadn’t heard anyone in the car say anything that even remotely sounded like that. Well, it usually worked out to be reasonably close but these conversations I observed my Dad have with the steel post nearly always left me in momentary puzzlement followed by the adventure of looking in the bag.
Drive throughs have certainly changed. Now there are two or three lanes that converge into one. The magic beyond the steel post is faster and the square with holes in it speaks reasonably well. Society has taken it all for granted though because even though we get to the window within a couple minutes we find ourselves tapping the steering wheel or occasionally honking the horn impatiently muttering something like, “I can’t believe they call this “fast” food!” We get the bag and roar away with the “meal” of starch, sugar, and gristle apparently happy with the choices we’ve made.
I’ve been pondering man’s relationship with God. Sometimes it looks remarkably like the drive through in the early 1970s. It seems like we have accepted communication with Him in a rather detached manner in which we elevate the volume of our voice to put in our request, listen for that quick garbled “Pull Around,” then zip around to the window so we can gingerly open the bag hoping He “got it right.” I can’t image what we might look and sound like on God’s end, it cannot be anything other than heart breaking.
My brothers and sisters it is time that we slow down. God himself beckons us to His table for a meal that is just unbelievable and that never ends. We have an opportunity with every minute to approach GOD ALMIGHTY as His children, yet somehow we act like we are talking to a steel post.
His Kid, Your Brother
Ken
His Kid, Your Brother 