What Subway Taught Me About The Love of God

I was starving.

The cacophony of voices from the transiting passengers at the Dubai International Airport was muffled by the growls of my stomach. Yes. I should have bought something in the plane. But i I’d just spent half my inheritance on a baguette at the Charles de Gaulle
airport in Paris prior to this trip.

And who in their right mind would pay $5 for a pack of crackers??

Where were the days when airline food was FREE??

This was injustice. Oppression.

Anyhow, I spotted the most affordable eatery in the place after quickly scanning the lounge. Who would have thought that a green and yellow neon sign can generate so much joy? Subway was an oasis in the middle of a concrete desert. I was never grateful for cheap fast food in my life.

I rushed over and hastily ordered a foot-long philly cheesesteak with all its trappings. My eyes lusted over my sub as it evolved from bun to succulence. After it was made, the server packaged it carefully, received my card, and waited for the receipt. “There is a God.” I thought to myself as I contemplated eating the sub just a few moments later.

Then the unthinkable happened.

The server looks back at me and utters four painful words.

“Your card has been denied.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. But then it dawned on me. Distracted by my hunger, I forgot that I had splurged my card to its dregs in Paris.

The sub was made and the cashier was waiting for a response.

Frantically, I dug into my pockets to see if I had any cash. Imagine my surprise when I felt some notes! I emptied my pockets to find 10,000 Lebanese pounds I had from a previous trip couple of days earlier.

I told the cashier to save the sub for me till I get some cash for him. With two 5000 pounds notes in my hand, I hurried to the cash exchange to convert that money to dollars.

I got $5. Inflation sucks.

When I came back and gave the money to the server, he told me that it wasn’t enough to cover for the sub. I was still short. Just in case something like this happened, plan B was to break down in front of him and start throwing a tantrum.

But that wasn’t necessary. For what the server mentioned afterwards more than satisfied my hunger.

“You still short, boss. But man behind you in line overheard problem and when you went away, he paid for your sub in full. Here is your sub. Thank you, come again!”

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You see, while I was still broke, while I was still hungry, while I was away trying to find some way to satisfy my hunger by myself, the man who had been right next to me in line all this time, paid for me in full.

The Bible says that while we were still sinners, Christ died for our sins (Romans 5:8). While we were still distant from God, he sacrificed himself for us. Jesus Christ showed His love to me when he voluntarily gave himself up for me so that through Him, I can truly live; in this world and in the world to come.

True satisfaction starts when you realize that there are hungers that even food can’t satisfy. I was in my teens when I realized that and His love has satisfied my deepest longings.

What about you? How have you experienced the love of God in your own life? Leave a comment below!