Just about then, the Apple employees emerged with free pizza. Even though it was only one piece of cardboard and cheese per line dweller, we held our slice high in victory. It was pirate treasure won by sweat and sword. All double dipped in the communal garlic and melted butter packet. We were family – bonded beyond the fear of germs.
As the actual store loomed right before us, the line’s own life force grew hulkishly strong. A long line, like a road trip, prison cell, camping tent, or foxhole can bond even the most diverse group. From age 18 to 50, partiers to pastor – we talked, laughed, debated and became something more then just iPhone customers.
I am not insolated from the average person in my community, church going or not. I have many non-believers in my house, almost every week. That being said, after 6 hours in the line, I am ashamed to admit how much I learned about my own Christian buble tendencies. These people who were strategy and theory to me are all now real. Their lives, wants and attitudes will impact how I think about doing ministry for a long time.