Our most recent Friday Adventure took us to Coleman Texas, about 50 miles away. Coleman’s population is just shy of 5,000. The first thing you notice about Coleman will be murals. Murals are scattered all over downtown. My favorites are on the side of the library which depict scenes from well-known books, Sherlock Holmes, Alice in Wonderland, and The Wizard of Oz. These murals contain detail! Other buildings are adorned with cows, cactus in full bloom, and other whimsical scenes. These provide many photo opportunities.
Plan your visit to Coleman so that you can eat at the grill inside Owl Drug. Owl Drug is so much more than just a drugstore. They have a nice selection of gift items and Texas memorabilia! Tucked in a corner across from the pharmacy, you will find the grill. The aroma of hamburgers cooking on the flat top and coffee brewing will lead you back. You’ll be greeted by a big “Hey y’all” or “Howdy”! At lunch time it’s always crowded with locals, as well as folks like me. I don’t mind traveling an hour for a good burger.
As we finished our burgers the waitress hands us our ticket and sweet teas to go, and I do my thing. “Do me a favor and sign my quilt.” With excitement, the waitress started talking in a loud voice as she wrote, “Hey! this lady has a quilt for us to sign, ain’t that special? Get over here!”. That caused such a commotion that the lady sitting in the booth behind us just had to know what it was all about. Before you knew it, we had eight or nine signatures that day. As you might expect the request for prayer range from keeping people healthy, asking for a miracle healing, broken relationships and well, all the things that hard-working folks need and want.
The person at the flat top grill (I will call her grill master) said “Don’t leave until I get to sign your quilt!” As we gladly waited, it was impossible not to eavesdrop on conversations around us: folks concerned about other folks, crops and livestock; people asking about friends who had been in the hospital; laughter and teasing about something that happened at the church fellowship; people being friendly and concerned about one another! It felt good to just sit there and soak it in.
I wish there were more places like the grill at Owl Drug; places where most folks know everyone there. And if you’re strangers, like we were, you’re treated like you belong there too. Places where they greet you by first name and a hearty “Howdy.” If they don’t know your name, they use the generic ‘Honey’ or ‘Darling.’ Places where they say ‘Have a safe trip home and come back soon.’ You know it’s a message from the heart, not something mandated by management.
With a sweet tea to go in one hand, the other full of signed blocks, I passed by the grill master back cooking burgers. There she was swaying back and forth singing” I am special, I am special!” may it never cease to amaze me when God chooses to make folks feel special with bits of fabric and a little sliver of my time. The grill master had chosen a light purple block to sign by explaining, “Purple is my favorite color.” In the gift package I had given her was a purple pocket cross. The cross was not visible as I handed out the package, but I believe God saw the color of the pocket cross and knew who it should go to.
We are all special to God and he wants each one of us to know it.
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light. 1 Peter 2:9 ESV