As the line grew longer and began to snake around the lobby, one might have expected an attitude of grief or anxiety to pervade the atmosphere. A funny thing happened, though. Among the folks waiting in line as the seconds turned to minutes and quarter hours and so on, jokes about the drabness of color on the walls or the need for a clown or balloons began to bubble up. No one was impatient with anyone else. And when the discovery was made regarding which option was necessary to get the date printed on the stamp, great rejoicing erupted. The person who made the discovery, (with the help of at least three other people looking at the screen with them) was so delighted that they had finally figured out the system, they stayed to help nearly half a dozen other people behind them so the process could move faster from there.
We discovered that you had to buy three stamps at a time, so those who had only one or two envelopes that needed the date-stamped postage shared with those who had been standing in line behind them. Wishing one another a "happy tax day", we worked together to lift one another's moods and each person in the line helped the person or two behind them to navigate the silly machine. I was struck by the presence of the joy and compassion in that small, whitewashed government office. Christ is sometimes found in the most unlikely of places. For me, on tax day, Christ was found in the little post office in my hometown.
Ah, Beloved,
You have a way of popping up unexpectedly. Your Spirit of compassion is present in places we might not think to look for Her. Surely you surprise us with your grace when we least expect it to come our way. During this Holy Week, I pray that everyone might catch a reflection of You in our fellow human beings, in the love of our animals or in the glory of your creation. May we all be captivated by your Spirit of grace and compassion, and may we strive to make Her presence felt more palpably everywhere we go, in Jesus' name, amen.
