I checked into La Guardia with plenty of time. My breakfast meeting was completed on time. The cab ride to the airport from New York’s upper east side was uneventful. Everything was working out according to plan. I thought I was relaxed, yet something seemed to be haunting me. I did not know what it was. I was not sure if I was just imaging things. If it was real, it was just beyond my awareness.
As I walked to the security checkpoint, I found myself struggling with frustration. Why do we allow a process that is cumbersome, intrusive, and ineffective to continue? The line snaked backed towards the main door of the terminal. Those in line were impatiently waiting. Their eyes were repeatedly scanning their watches, circling back to the departure screens nearby. They knew they were powerless. The process was beyond everyone’s control. The process simply was.
In that instant, I knew I was not going to put myself through this line. There had to be an alternative.
In the corner of my eye, a single security agent and an empty line caught my eye. Her listless eyes said she was bored. The sign said that it was for first class and members of affiliate premium clubs. I knew I was flying coach, the ticket made this clear. I also knew I was not a member of the airline or any their affiliate’s premium club. I knew, but did the security guard?
I pulled out a gold card I knew should not work and walked up confidently to the security guard. Two minutes later, I was on the other side of security wondering what I had silently said to my immediate community.
At times, community leaders hold those that want to take advantage of the community. In one situation, the message was blunt and clear. “If Demetrius and his guild of artisans have a complaint, they can take it to court and make all the accusations they want.” (Acts 19.38) If not, be quiet and go home.
I turned and walked towards Starbucks, wondering.
