By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
“Automation is on the horizon,” said the checker at my favorite grocery store as he rang up my weekly purchases. “Everything will be done electronically via camera and scanners.”
I was stunned. No more friendly conversations, smiles, and small talk during my marketing experience?
“What about people who have served the community for years,” I asked. “What about their jobs?”
Corporate doesn’t care, he implied. It’s nothing personal. It’s just not in their bottom line.
Has anyone ever said that to you, tried to ease an assault by saying, “Nothing personal, it’s just business”?
In the 1998 romantic comedy, You’ve Got Mail, mega-bookstore owner Joe Fox, (Tom Hanks), bankrupts independent-bookstore owner Kathleen Kelly, (Meg Ryan), and tells her, “It wasn’t personal.”
Kelly is having none of it.
“All that means is that it wasn’t personal to you,” she says. “But it was personal to me. It’s personal to a lot of people. What is so wrong with being personal, anyway? Whatever anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.”
I couldn’t agree more.
After my disheartening supermarket conversation, I followed the “nothing personal” line of thinking to the extreme and came up with chip-reader salvation. Auto-deposit eternity. Smartphone forgiveness.
God didn’t have to be so personal. He could have given us a heavenly card-swipe, a praise-and-worship PIN, or access to the Kingdom via text: “Yeah, God. Sign me up!”
But that wasn’t His way.
When Jesus hung by his hands and feet on the Roman Empire’s execution tree, it was personal.
When He gave His life in exchange for mine, it was personal.
When his tomb was found empty on the first day of the week after His crucifixion, it was personal.
Two women made the discovery and ran to tell His other followers who came to see for themselves. Later, when they were all gathered in a closed, locked room, Jesus came to them—personally—and said, “Peace be with you” (Luke 24:36).
Because Jesus loved us, He came into our messy world.
Because He paid for our sins, we’re forgiven.
Because He lives, so can we.
Now that’s personal.
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Betsy watched them until Garrett drew rein at the fence and dismounted. His horse reached for the trough, and Garrett pulled him up short, removed the headstall, then let him drink.
“He’s beautiful,” she said.
Garrett leaned into his horse as if whispering a secret. “Don’t take it personal. She meant it as a compliment.”
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Davalynn…this is so beautifully written and thought-provoking. I trust you and your family had a blessed Easter.✝️
Thank you, Vicki. He lives!
Amen!!! 😀
Thanks, Phylis!
Aha! Someone who writes “Christian Fiction” that is truly lifestyle, not just a nod to a scripture or two tucked in to satisfy the catagory! So glad to have found your book, Loving the Cowboy! I don’t often follow through to the author sites, but this time I decided to, and found another inspirational spot. Thank you for sharing about your feelings about all this automation and job distruction we see happening and what it can (and CAN NOT ) lead to.
Thanks for stopping by, Tonia, and commenting. It’s nice to hear from readers and learn that they notice the “lifestyle-faith” approach of my books. So glad you enjoyed the story!