This is Memorial Day Weekend.
I suppose that I’m beginning this piece with that bit of a statement for a number of reasons. It’s the “un”-official start of summer. The weekend of the Indy 500. And of course Memorial Day is what he remember on Monday, for those that made the ultimate sacrifice for a cause they felt to be just. I can respect a person for that.
Those three words are especially meaningful to me at this point in time. I can honestly say that I have received none of the three. From another man.
I’ve been having all kinds of issues with government agencies, and it is no secret that I am no fan of government of any type. I just believe that if we show Patience, Temperance and Mercy upon our fellow man, we can overcome whatever problems that we face. We can do it together. As long as we stay intellectually honest.
I had an inspection, and I really wanted to get open, I’ve had my store effectively closed for 2 months. There were certain things that I really needed help in accomplishing, I reached out asking for help, fortunately a couple of new friends, Crazy Tony and Steampunk John came through to help in what way they could. Let me continue,
I had to wrestle up enough money to get a mop sink, wait about an hour and a half to get someone to pull the sink off of the top shelf, only to get back and learn that I was missing a connection piece. The piece was about 4 inches in length. I figured, hey, the inspector will understand, he will give me a couple of hours to get a plumber out to get everything connected well. Next, we needed to connect the espresso machine to the drain line. So, we get it connected, turn on the sink, and the drain overflows onto the floor. Next I realize, oh man, I forgot to get a covered trash can. Tony told me he’d get the spill cleaned up while I ran to Big Lots to get a trash can. Don’t know how I forgot this, but this is Indy 500 Weekend. Big Lots is in Speedway, Indiana.
— Andrew Eason (@IndyEason) May 28, 2017
When I get back to the shop, the inspector is there (and I spell that with the tiniest, most minuscule, i’s), he says, “I’m not going to let you open.” I immediately bring up the last conversation we had, where he SPECIFICALLY said, they have it in their discretion to come back out to do a recheck within the next couple of days to ensure compliance. He acknowledges the conversation, then quickly states, not at this time. He said he’ll come back next week when I complete the items.
Patience. Temperance. Mercy.
None of those I received. Saturday comes along. I come to the shop to support the Lula Roe party hosted by Britney, she comes every Saturday. Its not her fault that the inspector didn’t want to show those three words. After Britney leaves, I head home. Later that evening, I decide to come back to the shop. The place is an absolute mess. Apparently, a guy that lives in an apartment that I literally can see his door from where I sit daily, comes into the shop with a big ass stick and starts screaming and breaking things up. I was livid. I went to Facebook Live to vent. I’d thought about calling the police. That’s just not me. I decided to go home.
I told my wife about all that happened, she told me, that it’s time to move on. I’d been patient with running the Best Coffee Shop in Indianapolis. It’s time to move on. On top of that, she wants me to call the police. I tell her again, no. If I saw the guy, and I would see him, I would confront him. I decided to take my time getting to the shop, so she went shopping, and she stopped by the house to pick me up, we would ride to the shop together. She wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt the guy. She wanted me to show Patience. Temperance and Mercy.
I saw the guy. He gives me the talk to the hand. At which point I immediately become livid. Even more than before. My wife really wants to call the cops. The guy gets in a truck with some of his friends, I follow them. They pull over in another gas station, the guy at that point says, “What are you going to follow me?”. At that point I very clearly state to him, “You have no idea how difficult it is for me right now to not hurt you.” I pulled away.
I thought about my son, Ian, about what kind of example would I be to him, if I were to make such a drastic move. It would involve the very people that I wanted to keep out of the situation. I turn back to the shop.
There’s a family waiting. They have a son, his name is Ian. Their Ian is crazy about building computers. My son has been trying to build his own, he’s been so frustrated. I ask their Ian would he help my Ian. Happily he says yes.
Crazy Tony is here, and I tell him that I’m going over to Subway to get him to something to eat. When I’m in line, another big guy is in line behind me, we started talking about Jesus and how we are all flawed human beings, and we are all hurting. Almost at the same time we said, “Brother, let’s say a quick prayer.”. I thank God for my life experience that’s given me a bit of maturity and that I’m still growing.
After I get back to the shop, give Tony his sandwich, three more people come into the shop, I introduce myself, one of the guys is named, Ian.
I’m starting a digital search engine optimization company in Indianapolis, Ratel SEO. When you’re starting something new, you have to know intimately Patience, Mercy and Temperance. Either your begging for it or you’re giving some out. Lord willing this new career is Grace.
At the end of the day, it all comes out to one word. Grace. I hope you enjoy this selection from Romans 3:20-24
20 Therefore no one will be declared righteous in God’s sight by the works of the law; rather, through the law we become conscious of our sin. 21 But now apart from the law the righteousness of God has been made known, to which the Law and the Prophets testify. 22 This righteousness is given through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference between Jew and Gentile, 23 for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, 24 and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.