Yes, that was a nod to Dr. Seuss. I actually hate Dr. Seuss books (nothing against the doctor, because I honestly don’t care for campy rhymes lol), but that phrase is actually quite telling. Two separate experiences today opened my eyes to the closed eyes of others.
For work, I recently visited our local DCBS office. Upon first arriving, my boss and I were told to take a form and sit down. We explained we were there to see the Director, but the fearless gatekeeper wasn’t having it. While my boss scurried around the room attempting to find more points of entry, I decided to take my place in line along with everyone else. Doesn’t take long to notice DCBS offices can be horrifying places; I’m sure this reality is consistent throughout all cities in the States. Grimy floors, peeling paint, and broken chairs – people in need are herded around like cattle and barked orders as if they were sheepdogs.
Upon reaching the window, the clerk didn’t even look me in the eye, “Yes, can I help you?” she asked flatly. More formality than a genuine offer. “Yes, ma’am, I said,” looking at her the whole time, “I’m here to see (pick up the name of DCBS big wig I just dropped),” and ended with a smile. Her head shot up, she gave me the once over, and reached for her phone, “I’ll call him now.” What a change. Poor people are people too.
Cut to later this evening when I’m at the sketchy laundry-may I like (the inspiration for this previous poem), and this unique American family strolls in. A more mature gentleman was accompanied by a boyish-faced dude, a young-faced gal, and their one-year-old daughter. The three adults brought in at least six plastic bags full of laundry and were cramming as much as they could into a row of washers.
The little girl took a liking to my bright colored shoes and she tagged around me the whole evening. This mother constantly pulled her baby back from me, and I reassured her the little blue-eyed blonde wasn’t a bother at all (I love kids!). Over folding clothes (because that’s where I talk to random strangers, folding my unmentionables in broad daylight), I complimented the mother on her daughter and she mentioned that a lot of people don’t like kids. She was right, of course, but what a tragedy. Little people are people too. Once we finished our loads, this young mother stuck a cigarette in her mouth, scooped up her baby girl, and left.
I’m sharing these two stories in hopes that a first point has already made itself. What frustrated me about today wasn’t the inequity of circumstances, those differences will happen, but rather that we can be so easy to treat others with such disrespect if we perceive them as “above” or “below” ourselves. Whether employed or un-, receiving welfare or paying for it, whether childish or elderly – people have, and should be treated with, equal value.
I want to put validity and weight behind my claims by drawing Gospel implications. Before the Lord, we are all created in His image. We all have a sin nature that is inherent and unmistakeable. We all are in desperate need of a Savior. There, see? No reason to tout class or race or gender above the other, we have only to raise Christ up as the Lord of All.