It’s 10:50 in the morning. I’m sitting in a booth at the local McDonalds. I’ve been here since about 9:00. My seat is next to a window. I can see the traffic going by and the sun is pouring in. Some days this McDonalds is my office. Why McDonalds? Because my community doesn’t have a coffee shop with deep arm chairs and low light. That would be nice.
A very precious lady from my church came by about an hour ago and expressed to me that she knew I was having a hard time getting anything done with all these people around me. It’s quite the opposite. I don’t do it often but it seems that I can get more done in McDonalds that in the supposed sanctity of my office. There my desk is populated with notes, invoices, clutter and more. Things that distract me and draw my attention away from what I need to be doing. Here at McDonalds the only thing on my desk are a salt and pepper shaker, my phone, my coffee and of course my computer.
I think the employees here think I’m homeless. Or maybe the owners of this establishment might want to charge me rent for this space. Or, I might get the gossip lovers fired up. I can hear it now. One gossiper is talking to another fan of gossip saying something like, “I’ve been by McDonalds several times this morning and that preacher’s truck has been sitting there all morning. Surely we’re not paying him to hang out at the coffee shop.” Please excuse my limited grasp at humor. I don’t have any people in my church that are like that (wink).
The truth of the matter is I’ve had a quite productive morning. Life is full of distractions. Sometime escape is discovered in the most unlikely place.