Matthew 20:16 - "So the last will be first, and the first last. For many are called, but few chosen." (NKJ)

This passage has been rolling around in my brain and heart for the past month or so. During our recent travels to North Carolina, and then to Phoenix, it struck me that we always want to be first. We want to be "A listed" on the airplane so we can get the "best" seats. Ken pulls an "A" boarding pass and then saves me a place since I'm still in the B line. If you have flown Southwest recently, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Instead of trying to get to the front of the line every time, I decided to yield to the person that seems to be in a bigger hurry than me. This yielded some interesting conversations.

In January, we were stuck in Charlotte, NC for 3 days more than what we had planned due to weather and inability to get connecting flights back to Denver. We could have paid $1200 per person to be home first, but why? Instead, we enjoyed those 3 days with my sister and her husband in their cozy little condo working off a dining room table. We built memories.

An elderly couple sat patiently awaiting to deplane upon arrival in Chicago but couldn't quickly get into the aisle and make their way off the plane because his cane was in the overhead bin and he needed that before he could get up and accompany his wife out. I stood on the seat and got his cane and handed it to him so he could prepare. His eyes lit up and they thanked me.

As we stood in line for fast food, I stood aside to allow someone else to go in front of me. No big deal. It was just a few more minutes. It really didn't matter if I got my food in 3 minutes or 5 minutes. I wasn't that hungry anyway. It generated a smile.

We stood in line for more than an hour to get our shuttle back to the parking lot after the Phoenix open golf tournament. We enjoyed conversations along the way. One guy dropped his credit card that appeared under my foot as I was walking along. I picked it up and returned it. Once we arrived at the parking lot, we departed only to be rear-ended in our rental car on the highway by a 19-year-old girl who was heading home from the tournament after cooking burgers all day with her sister. Lauren was tired, having conversations with the 3 other girls in the car and simply failed to keep her eyes on the road and hit us not once, but twice. As we sat along the freeway awaiting the arrival of the Phoenix state patrol, I had a chance to visit with her as she cried and apologized profusely for her inattention.

But we had a conversation. Her jeep (as well as her insurance) was in her Dad's name, and they were estranged following her parent's divorce and she desperately wished that they could be reunited somehow. Her mom showed up and said that she had not spoken to her ex for several years. I told them that I believe that everything happens for a reason. I told her not to worry about the car, we'd figure it out. But more importantly, I would pray that perhaps this "run in" would result in a reconciliation with her father. I don't know if that will happen, but I told them all that Jesus loves them and that I would continue to pray for her. When we returned the crashed rental car, the agent was very kind, "Just attach the police report and we'll take care of it from there."

Take time for conversations with people by yielding to those who are hurried. After all, why are we all in such a hurry? Our destination is our heavenly home and we will arrive when it is the right time. Not our time; God's time. While we remain here in our human form, I want to yield more to those who want to be first. When it's my time, my room is reserved. My mansion awaits. I'm in no hurry and I choose to yield today. Think about it. And say a prayer for Lauren.

Carole Schumacher

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