Dog Bones, suckers and a sticker

On Tuesday, I pulled up to one of the open lanes at one of the banks I use to take some cash out of my lucrative student ministry pastor paycheck. It was the 15th of the month! After the lady behind the glass processed my request she asked me, "Sir, is there anything else I can do for you?" I replied, "Yes, my son Josiah would LOVE a sucker!" She was quick to jump in before I could finish my sentence, "We don't give away suckers anymore." I screamed (not kidding), "You've got to be kidding me!" From the back I hear Josiah make a comment about what he saw in the window, "Ugh, dog bones...I don't want a dog bone." My eyes were frantically searching for...dog bones...and sure enough, there was a huge container of them where the suckers should of been. WHAT? My bank now has dog bones for dogs coming through the drive through but not my kids! How can a bank not give away suckers? This is almost "non-American!" The lady threw in a heart sticker for Josiah and when he got home he threw it in the trash.

I wonder how many people attend church on Sunday, pulling up with expectations that don't get met, and then go home and trash their experience. There is something to be said for tradition and being a part of a story today that helped shaped us in the past.