By the way, honey, I am ever so grateful that you got me the first appointment of the day. They hadn’t even opened the shop doors when I got there! And watching the sunrise from the Toyota parking lot was, well, breathtaking.
After they took my car and gave me a mind blowing estimate (more than $700 – are you serious?) for the services they were to provide, they sent me to the complementary coffee bar where I could plug my PC in and work.
There I sat doing some editing and thinking about how Toyota could have done without the swanky coffee bar during their recent remodel and saved me some cash. I don’t even drink coffee.
Cranky. I was cranky. Which so rarely happens to me. But working helps so I got busy.
A few minutes later, I was lost in thought, when the twenty-something young man working behind the coffee bar, gently began to sing “Kyrie Eleison” which means “Lord have mercy.” I was the only one anywhere in sight so it was slightly awkward. But beautiful. Angelic. I looked up at him. His innocent gorgeous almost vacant brown eyes were looking straight at me and unfettered he kept singing.
I stopped what I was doing and listened… “Christe Eleison”… Christ have mercy. I breathed in what it meant that Christ shows me mercy – all of us mercy.
Crankiness gone. Perspective back. I was awed. I felt someone had just poured the blessings of God upon my head. It was like receiving the Eucharist. Without a word he finished, gave me a big smile, and went back to work.
It was only then that I saw the little laminate folded brochures standing every few feet down the length of the bar. The brochures told the customers that the coffee bar was staffed by autistic young adults employed by Toyota.
“Dominus conservet eum, et vivificet eum, et beatum faciat eum in terra”… O Lord, preserve this boy, and give him life, and bless his days on this earth!
April is a progressive Christian who writes about scripture and spiritual disciplines. See her latest book, James in the Suburbs.