Let’s say a man is called on to “serve communion.” (That’s about as apt an expression as “take communion.” You can’t take communion. You can share it or engage in it, but you can’t take it or serve it. I digress.)
Let’s say the man is assigned to a side aisle, working with one of two center-aisle guys to pass trays back and forth.
Let’s say there are 7 people on a pew he is about to “serve,” with very little space between them, and the man hands the tray to the person on his end.
Wouldn’t the man expect the tray to be passed all the way down to the other end instead of its being passed back to him on his end?
Let’s say the man is currently irritated over some other church issues; let’s further say that he has recently allowed some scapegoat frustration to creep in. (OK, we can give him that, because we need people to give us that sometimes.)
Still, wouldn’t he be able to recognize that he is there to facilitate the communion-serving process — to serve the people, and not to have his own way? Why would he get huffy when the tray doesn’t come back to him so he can hand it to the next row? I mean, what difference does it make how the tray gets where it’s going?
I thought it was supposed to be serving, not commanding those you’re serving.
When you’re serving, it’s not about you or your ideas or methods. It’s about the meaning of what you’re doing and the people you’re doing it for.