In my last post, I mentioned dealing with an angry customer at my bagel shop who went on a bizarre rant when she had the unintended misfortune of us being out of her favorite bagel, while a fresh batch was preparing in the back. The amount of fury this woman exerted over a mere bagel was disturbing to say the least, seeing as a bagel is just that…a bagel. Evidently, it means something more to her, and everybody else who flips out on me and my coworkers when we occasionally run out of certain types of bagels.
This extreme obsession with a food item, to the point that it becomes a make-or-break part of somebody’s livelihood, defines gluttony for me.
Allow me to provide an analogy for this situation. When my customers lose their minds over a lack of bagel(s), in my eyes, they seem to be freaking out about it as if it’s vital for their soul(s). This is an attitude one might see from some Christians towards Communion and the Holy Sacrament.
Newsflash, people; the bagels we serve aren’t Communion bread.
What an absolute shocker!
Nobody should be acting like a common food item can save their soul. It’s one thing to want food because you’re hungry; it’s something else entirely when you become obsessed with it as a would-be provision of peace that replaces your love of God.
While I know the following Bible verse is about to be taken out of context somewhat, gluttonous obsession over food calls to mind Romans 1:25:
“They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator–who is forever praised. Amen.”
Only God can give us the peace that we constantly strive for. Only the Creator, not the created.
I genuinely worry about people who think that self-satisfying love of food will make them happy; this gluttony was the main theme of a disturbing dream I had not too long ago. If what I saw was a message, the message was that gluttony is difficult, even painful to let go of. It’s a bit hard for me to get past my scorn towards that woman and other irritable customers I’ve dealt with, but I am concerned that they’re taking their interest in our food way too far.
In the end, may God help me look at them with patience, and without contempt.