So, I noted on Facebook tonight that I had an interesting experience at Toys R Us:
Zach and I went to Toys R Us to buy a video. From the moment one walks in the door of our local Toys R Us, there are prominent signs inviting shoppers to make donations to support Autism Speaks. As we waited in the check-out line, I noticed additional flyers taped to the cash registers and counters encouraging donations through the cashiers. We were third in line, and Zach was doing the things Zach usually does while he waits: he bobbed and danced around, tried to get me to buy him M & M’s, and periodically dropped hints that we should be done waiting in line. Zach has a unique way of enunciating single words with the aim of motivating the listener to immediate action. He says the word clearly, with an intensity that starts in the middle of the word and then builds through the end of the word, communicating intensity – “ride” means “it is time to go ride in the car RIGHT NOW”; “car” means…well, it means the same thing. So, here in the Toys R Us line, he kept saying “ride” and “bag,” as in “put my video in a bag so we can go RIDE in the CAR. NOW.” He wasn’t being particularly difficult about any of this, or invading anyone else’s personal space, but it was constant movement and/or sound, which is normal for Zach.
As we waited, I noticed that the cashier had a list of questions for the person in front of the line, which she asked with little enthusiasm: “Do you need a gift receipt? Do you need to buy any batteries today? Do you want to make a donation to support autism? Do you want your receipt in the bag?” When that customer was finished, the next customer got exactly the same list of questions.
Then it was our turn. “Do you need a gift receipt?” No. “Do you need to buy any batteries today?” No. “Do you want your receipt in the bag?” No. And I noticed, no invitation to make a donation to support autism. No change in the enthusiasm or empathy level, but a change in the question routine. And as we began to move for the exit with our video in hand, I could plainly hear the questions for the next customer: “Do you need a gift receipt? Do you need to buy any batteries today? Do you want to make a donation to support autism? Do you want your receipt in the bag?”
So, what to make of this? I joked about it on Facebook, and I do think it is a little bit funny. Zach may have done a little bit to help raise money for autism in those 10 minutes. If he had been more irritable (which happens sometimes) he might have hurt the cause, I don’t know.
But I’ve got another thought on this, too. Maybe I, a dad with a son who plainly has autism, want to give to support autism research. Certainly it’s true that living with autism has had a financial cost (to speak only of the currency in mind in this transaction), but aren’t there breast cancer survivors who do the Komen walk for the cure, and raise and donate more money besides? Don’t lots of people find ways to give generously to the causes that touch them most personally? So why would the cashier pass up this opportunity to invite me to do the same?
I’m not sure (and I’m not offended or mad, either, to be clear). Maybe the thought is that I might already give in more intentional ways than a quick hit at the check-out. Or maybe she felt awkward asking me to give while Zach was being so insistent about moving on. I don’t know. However, I do know that one of my favorite things is not standing out just because my sons have autism; being just part of the crowd is nice sometimes. I know that many people with other special needs or disabilities express that they feel the same way. They don’t want special rules or concessions. If they need them, they’ll probably ask for them, and then they hope you’ll be ready to help. And in that way, they’re/we’re pretty much just like everyone else.
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A really great, thought provoking, entry. I was certain you were going here….but, alas, you didn’t. So I will.
I think this mirrors our life in the Body of Christ. On any given Sunday, most of us sitting in American churches know Christ. We have asked Him into our hearts and strive for a full and vibrant relationship with him. Yet, in some traditions–out of their commitment to winning souls for the Lord and their desire to lead the lost to Christ–each Worship service culminates in an “altar call”. To end a service without providing an opportunity for one to claim Christ and/or profess faith misses a potential opportunity for kingdom ministry.
I’ll admit it. I have often sat in worship services, during said altar calls, thinking, “why are we doing this? There are no new people here today.” But perhaps that’s just it. Just like you would like to be afforded the opportunity to give towards a cause that you have already given so much of your life to–just like the breast cancer survivors, walkers, runners,etc.– I realize that I too need to be afforded the opportunity to give a little more. When I am part of a worship service that ends in an altar call, I always try to remember that this is for me, too. I need to reaffirm my commitment. I need to “give a little more”, if you will. And it doesn’t end there. There will be more times when I will be called to consider my relationship with Christ–hopefully daily. And for this I am glad. For every time that I am called to the altar and reflect on my sin, I am made aware all over again of just how amazing his love for me is–how perfect his peace is, how all-sufficient his love is.
Thanks for your word to us, brother!