Victory at the Europa Cafe!

Sometimes it's all in how you approach the salad line!

All I wanted was a salad, a few toppings, some dressing. Simple enough, right? Well maybe in some places, but not so much at the Europa Café in uptown Manhattan during the lunch rush!

Oh, things started smoothly enough... It was my first trip to New York City. I was there for a conference and during a break, my husband, John, and I slipped out to do some sightseeing around Times Square. At lunch, we decided on a great looking café in the middle of it all where we could grab a bite to eat while still watching the people pass by on the bustling city streets.

This particular café had an interesting little salad bar. Once you selected your bowl of greens, a “salad specialist” would add the toppings of your choice; mix it and “Voila!” a wonderful “New York Salad!” I’d never seen anything like it. It was so hot, and the bowls of crisp salad greens stacked neatly one on top of the other in the cooler looked so refreshing as we walked through the front door. I quickly selected a bowl then took my place in the “salad condiment” line where I stood long enough to review the board of toppings and dressings. By the time I reached the “salad specialist” behind the counter I knew what I wanted, and was ready to go! I was confident I could keep the line moving along at the brisk clip it had been maintaining since we walked in! “I’d like shredded carrots, bean sprouts, tomatoes, a couple of those things (I had to point . . . didn’t know what they were, but they looked good and, hey, “while in Rome” right???). I continued down the line quickly. “And, I’d like the Organic Raspberry Honey Balsamic Vinaigrette Dressing.” With that, my “Salad Specialist” dropped the tongs, put down my bowl of greens, now so beautifully garnished, and stared at me--in silence. At this point I realized that for the first 8.6 seconds of our relationship, I’d done all the talking. I looked at him then repeated, “the Raspberry Honey Balsamic Vinaigrette Dressing?” smiling my best, sweet Southern-belle smile. Not a word. It only took a second or two more until I realized the problem! Obviously from his attire and that great big towel on his head, I surmised he was not originally from the US, and here I was speaking Southern Drawl!! We had a language barrier thing going on! I’ll speak louder! “RAZZ—BEAR—REE; HUNN—KNEE; BALL—SOM—MICK...” I did not have a chance to finish. The deepening scowl on his face told me all I needed to know! The salad line, which had been moving like a well oiled machine when I came in, had now come to a screeching halt! I, the "human monkey wrench" that had shut it all down, began to sweat! I tried gesturing, pointing at the words on the giant chalk board menu behind him. He did not move. However, for the first time in our short relationship, he began to speak! Okay, actually, it was more of a bark! “NO!” What on earth...?? Was my salad not worthy of such a garrulously named dressing? Was it one reserved for only native New Yorkers who could properly pronounce "vinaigrette"? Was I dressed inappropriately? As I nervously glanced back at the salad line, which now stretched to the front door, I relented. “How about ranch dressing?” “No!” “Catalina?” “NO!” Suddenly I realized I was not dealing with a language barrier at all. I was, in fact, standing face-to-face with the first cousin, twice removed, of the world famous “Soup Nazi”! The line, growing by the moment, was soon out the door into the street. Now I was really feeling the pressure. The stares of all the others in line were so intense I thought I was going to hyperventilate, and I was sweating like I’d just run the mile, in world class time, wearing a fur parka and my 3 inch heels!! “Lemon juice, anything, please” I squeaked, barely audibly. He put something on top of the salad and handed it to me. “NEXT!!!”

By the time John paid for our meal, I was a huddled mass of sobbing humanity at a tiny corner table in the back of the restaurant. I did not people-watch as I ate after all, and to this day do not remember what dressed that salad. All I remember is thinking over and over, “I’ll never come back to the Europa Café again!”

But, something nagged at me about the experience after we returned home. Oh, I know it may have seemed on the surface like nothing more than a silly chance encounter with a tong-brandishing-dressing-bandit who was obviously having a bad life. But, as I thought back, I realized there might be more. Perhaps it was another opportunity for me to grow! The entire episode reminded me of the many times I'd started out on some project or program, full of enthusiasm and confidence, only to back down at the first sign of resistance. And the more resistance I met, the more I'd doubt--myself, and my ideas, my ideals! I'd usually end up giving in or giving up altogether! It was one of those pesky personality traits that had troubled me for years. Like a gnat buzzing around my face--highly bothersome, yet almost imperceptible—something I could never quite put my finger on. How funny that, in the end, all it took was a quick trip down a salad line to bring it clearly into focus so I could begin doing something about it!

I worked on strengthening that aspect of my personality, and as I did, I found myself more and more determined to return to the place where I'd first become aware of the problem! But, oh, heaven help whoever might be behind the salad condiment line if ever I DID make it back to the Europa Café!!

I finally did make it back there a little over a year later when we traveled to New York on business once again. You’d better believe I made certain our plans included a stop by the café during lunch one day. As I stood outside what I knew could turn into my own little “Waterloo,” I'll admit that my knees did go weak, and it took a full five minutes for me to gather the courage to go inside. But, by the time I finally walked through the front door, I was full of confidence and the courage of my convictions---I was there for salad, and I would have the dressing of my choice!! I picked up a bowl of greens and marched straight over to the condiment counter! I spoke, courteously, but firmly. "I would like shredded carrots, bean sprouts, tomatoes, a couple of those things," (again I had to point..still did not know what they were, but they still looked good). "And I WILL HAVE the Organic Raspberry Honey Balsamic Vinaigrette Dressing.” I waited....with bated breath. “Yes, right away.” I was thrilled as I watched him put it together! And let me tell you, no salad has EVER tasted better!

Do not, therefore, fling away your fearless confidence, for it carries a great and glorious compensation of reward. For you have need of steadfast patience and endurance, so that you may perform and fully accomplish the will of God, and thus receive and carry away and enjoy to the full what is promised. Hebrews 10:35-36 AMP

Evening & morning will be a new day!

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Genesis 2 says the earth was without form, an empty waste. Can you imagine? Take a quick look around—take in everything: family, friends, job, pets, calendar, ringing phone (all of them: house phone, cell phone, office phone, fax, SKYPE,…) house, car, computer, TV, to do list, the vast number visual images and sounds that barrage us each day—all the general “busy-ness” of life. Now imagine it GONE! All of it! When God started this thing, none of it existed! Zero! Zilch! NADA!! Utter silence! Darkness everywhere! But, as the earth waited there, “without form and an empty waste” in complete darkness, Genesis 1:2 says: “the Spirit of God was moving over the face of the earth.” So, had we been there, it might have appeared to our human eyes that all was dark, that nothing was happening. But God was there, “hovering” “brooding.” He had a plan and all the while, He was actively working out His plan!

Suddenly, in verse 3, His plan began to unfold for all to see!

“God spoke ‘Light!’ and light appeared!” He saw that His creation was good. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
“God spoke ‘Sky!’ And there it was!” He saw that His creation was good. And the evening and the morning were the second day.
“God spoke ‘Separate! Water-beneath-Heaven, gather into one place. Land, appear!’” And there it was…Land! And then..
“God spoke again: ‘Earth, green up! Grow all varieties of seed-bearing plants, every sort of fruit-bearing tree.’” God saw that His creation was good. And the evening and the morning were third day.
“God spoke: ‘Lights! Come out! Shine in Heaven’s sky! Mark seasons and days and years, Lights in heaven’s sky to give light to Earth.’” He created the sun and the moon to light up Earth, to oversee and separate day from night. And there they were! God saw that His creation was good. And the evening and the morning were the fourth day.
“God spoke: ‘Swarm, ocean, with fish and all sea life! Birds, fly through the sky over Earth!’ ‘Earth, generate life! Every sort and kind: cattle and reptiles and wild animals—all kinds.’” And there it was! God saw that His creation was good. And the evening and the morning were the fifth day.
“God spoke: 'Let us make human beings in our image.’” He created them male and female. And God blessed them. And, just as he had after every other wonderful thing He made, God paused once again to look at His final creation, and saw that it was good, very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.

He made us, and everything we need to exist from absolutely NOTHING in just 6 short days. And the evening and the morning were a new day.

Thousands and thousands of years later, no matter how busy our lives, we can still find ourselves in what may seem spiritual “vast wastelands” sometimes. All there seems dark and quiet. And once inside those borders, there may seem to be no plan, and no way out. If ever you find yourself in that kind of “Spiritual No-Man’s Land” that’s the time to lean, not on feelings, not on what you can see with your human eyes, but on the promises we have been given in the Word of God. Truth is, we cannot always trust what we can see with “human eyes” because they do not always tell the whole story. “For we are not wrestling with flesh and blood, contending only with physical opponents, but against the despotisms, against the powers, against the master spirits who are the world rulers of this present darkness, against the spirit forces of wickedness in the heavenly supernatural sphere.” The activity around us is both seen and unseen!

Are you in a dark place? I understand. Does your life feel a little like a wasteland lately? I understand. Does it seem as if nothing is happening? Boy, do I understand. Good news is, we’re not alone! Down through the ages, countless others have felt just as we do! We can join one such person who felt this way, the Psalmist in Chapter 130 who cried out to the Lord! He wrote: “Out of the depths have I cried to You, O Lord. I wait for the Lord, I expectantly wait, and in His word do I hope. I am looking and waiting for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, I say, more than watchmen for the morning.”

So, we cling to promises from the Word of God as we wait on Him to move on our behalf. A couple of good promises: We can be assured that God is with us, always has been; always will be!! Matthew 28:20 promises that. And He has a plan for our lives. Jeremiah 29:11 promises that the Lord has plans for good, peace and hope for each of us! So, no matter how dark it may look right now, no matter how quiet, no matter how hopeless we may be tempted to become, we can keep waiting expectantly for the morning like the watchmen in Psalm 130… God will move on our behalf in His perfect time and when He does, like everything He has ever created, what He does will be good…very good!

And the evening and the morning will be a beautiful NEW DAY!