After finishing at Fuller Seminary in 2008 I had to complete a final, unpaid, internship. Luckily, I was able to find an internship in San Diego and we were able to move in with my in-laws. Since, the chaplaincy was unpaid I needed to find work. I know a guy, who is probably one the better humans beings I’ve met in my life, and he willingly gave me a job, again. We had worked together previously before I started at Seminary.
So, I started working Starbucks and as a hospice chaplain intern. And interestingly enough I started doing chaplaincy work at Starbucks too. I didn’t mean to.
There was a guy who always came in at night at sat at the comfy chairs tucked away in a corner near our front doors. He knew what I did with my time outside of work and I knew what he did for a living. We talked God too. They were nice conversations.
I remember one night I was cleaning up the store and he walked in with a friend. He came straight to me and said, “When you get a break I’d like to talk to you.” He was serious. It wasn’t busy so I took off my apron and sat with him and his friend.
He introduced me to his friend, “This is Josh. He’s a pastor.” Then he said to me, “This is my friend John. His wife died last night from cancer.” He stopped talking and looked at me as if I should start talking. And I did. I don’t really remember what was said, the Spirit does give us the words when we don’t know what to say.
I didn’t know that I would be doing pastoral care on my break at Starbucks but is seems that the Holy Spirit uses even Barista’s to accomplish her work.
Have you been open to the Spirit’s working during the unexpected times? Does God show up where you least expect it?