Frequently, I judge others by outward appearance. I guess that is why I am so self-conscious and more than a little sensitive about the subject of shopping carts.
HIGH HEELS AND HANDICAPS
The four inch heels went perfectly with the dress I picked out to wear to the party. I knew it wasn’t practical, but, the red dress begged for these particular shoes. Truth be known, my closet bulges with shoes I cannot wear. Boots are totally worthless because of their weight, my legs aren’t strong enough to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen in them. But these shoes are light and since I’m only five feet tall, I really need high heels in a long dress.
Myasthenia gravis causes fatiguable weakness, which means the more I use my muscles, the weaker they get. You see get out of the car and start walking and I am fine, at least for a few steps, but I can’t walk far. I know wearing high heels looks bad , but the weight of the shoe is more important than the height and I’m sick of wearing flats. So here I go, high heeled and handicapped.
I AM GUILTY
I suspect you are guilty, too. At the risk of stepping on your toes I’ll share my recent trip to the grocery store. Walking in from the parking lot, up and down a few select aisles and back to the car is rarely possible. Add the demand of reaching up the shelf and placing items in the cart, and I’m worn out. Lifting groceries respectively from the cart to the conveyor belt is out the question, so I swallow my pride and ask for help. Sometimes I have sense enough to park in the designated handicapped parking. Sometimes I don’t, especially if I feel strong enought to drive myself to the store. The problem is I am overly ambitious and my strength is limited. Though I tried to pace myself and walked annoyingly slow, I barely made it back to my car. My strength was spent.
WHAT RETURNING YOUR SHOPPING CART SAYS ABOUT YOU
The corral was not far away by your standards, but it might as well have been at the top of Mt. Everest for me. I simply could not do anything about my empty cart. I hung my head in shopping cart shame and left it beside my car and drove off. So forgive me, I’ve got a raw nerve about people not returning shopping carts to the corral, people who look healthy, people like me.
WHY DOES THIS BOTHER YOU SO MUCH?
I shouldn’t have commented on the Facebook rant, but I couldn’t control the guttural impulse. Someone I do not know replied, “Why does this bother you so much?” Great question; simple answer: because I have personally been guilty of judging people in my own heart; accusing people who look healthy of laziness. Nothing like a little personal experience to change your perspective.
ONLY GOD SEES THE HEART
We are only capable of looking at outward appearances, which cannot tell the whole story. God alone is able to rightly judge. He sent Samuel to visit Jesse to anoint a king. Jesse had some big, strapping, good looking sons that fit the bill perfectly for a king. God rejected the obvious choices and plainly told Samuel that He looks at the inner man. Throughout the Bible God seems to delight in choosing the unlikely. If He chose the righteous, the talented, the capable; then His power would not be on display. Instead, He looks at the heart and sees:
the willing rather than the winners
the failures rather than the fabulous
the potential rather than the powerful
The next time you see someone leave their cart, park in a handicapped space, or ride an electric scooter who doesn’t fit the mold, consider they may have a hidden illness rather than assuming anything. Then remind me sometime to tell you about the time I went ballistic in the grocery store parking lot when I saw a woman let her cart roll into my brand new car, because I’m guilty too.