You know the service is good when housekeeping turns your bathroom towel into a sloth.
My extended family took a cruise recently and were delighted to learn that the housekeepers were trained to turn ordinary towels into extraordinary animals. After finding a towel bunny on our bed, my daughter wrote a passionate note in her second-grade font, “Please make me a sloth.” And the housekeeper did! She even managed to make it hang from the drapes like it was in the wild!
That kind of over-the-top service reminds me of Jesus. He surprises us, doesn’t he? He washed feet. He changed his plans for the scared dad of a dying girl. He chose a cross so we don’t have to be scared of dying. “The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve” (Mark 10:45). No one would blame Jesus for ruling on a throne while we washed his feet. But—miracle of miracles—he humbled himself to serve.
I know of no greater comfort than to remember that the God who created the universe with a few words is in the service industry. Every day our Lord loves to serve us daily bread and hourly mercy. Just when you think you are blessed beyond what you deserve, you open your eyes and see the sun shining, the air conditioning running, a friend forgiving, a fellow Christian caring.
Or a sloth hanging from the drapes of Room 6152.