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I got a text from my wife this morning about 8:00 a.m. (when she was supposed to start work). She was just getting to I-64 (about a 12 minute drive without traffic from our house).

It had taken her 35 minutes.

I got another text at 8:30. She had just gotten to the I-264 (Watterson) junction. (About  18 minutes from our house without traffic).

All told, a normally 30-35 minute commute took her an hour and forty minutes!

There were (multiple) accidents on every interstate in the area, caused by the nasty storms this morning.

I’m really looking forward to the total redemption of God’s creation!

Today’s list is short. It’s one thing. One thing I’ve learned, working at Starbucks. I’ve learned other things there, many things in fact — about people, both co-workers and customers, both good and bad. But one thing stands out, starkly and specifically, and it comprises today’s “list”:

1. People feel entitled. The Starbucks standard is three minutes, start to end – a customer should be able to sip their drink within three minutes of placing their order. People expect it, both Starbucks employees and Starbucks customers. It’s the standard. I see it, the mindset: “I deserve my drink in three minutes or less.” Did Starbucks help create this environment, or does it simply reflect it? My take: Starbucks has exacerbated, but mostly reflects, the fact that people feel entitled. Our culture seethes entitlement.

It’s our right.

I’ve seen the underbelly of our culture, in a coffee shop, where people get angry and snappy when their drink isn’t ready quickly enough. We think we deserve so many things. A break. A treat. An opinion. A vote. A choice. Respect.

Starbucks has taught me that last one. About myself.

It irks me — a lot — when people come through our drive-thru, on their cell phone, and apologize to the person they’re talking to. They don’t look at me, and it’s like I’m not even human.

I deserve better than this, I think. I’m a person, first of all. And I’m working on a Master’s degree. I’m probably smarter than this jerk who won’t even say hello through their car window.

It hit me the other day, walking away from our drive-thru window, and grumbling about the jerks on their cell phones.

What do I deserve?

I would say nothing, but that’s a lie. I deserve something — Death. Hell. Being burned forever because I rebel against a holy God.

God saved me though, out of my condemnation. And I’m mad because someone is talking on their cell phone while I wait on them at a coffee shop.

He was entitled, and he bore the cross.

I pray that I might have the same mindset, which was that of my Lord, and may I exude that mindset to others, that they would be driven to the cross where God crushed the Entitled One.