On Being a Bad Boss

By January 14, 2014 No Comments

Hello. My name is Madison Chandler. I am a 25 year old single female living in the beautiful state of Colorado. Through a seriously miraculous series of events happening over the span of 3 years (probably even longer, really), I have found myself working at a super stellar coffee shop in Denver that was created to employ teens and young adults who have been homeless.

It’s an awesome ‘job’. It’s a hard ‘job’.

One of the biggest struggles is this: my pain and my flaws directly affect my coworkers and employees. When I am stressed, they stand in the direct path of my stress; when I am tired, they receive my annoying stares and barely-listening ears; when I am facing the shadow of who I thought I’d be, they are the ones squished below my feet in effort to preserve a false sense of power.

It’s a hard thing to watch your flaws hurt others.

When you dream about something like Purple Door Coffee for years (click HERE to watch the video if you don’t know what PDC is), you imagine all of the moments when your wisdom and love will bring positivity and change into someone’s life, you don’t imagine the moments when you really blew it and hurt and/or pushed someone backwards in their journey.

But, the reality is this: in the 9 months that Purple Door Coffee has been around, I know that I have hurt all 5 of the people who have worked here.

You want to know what else I know? I know that they have all forgiven me. They continue to love me and support me and listen to me. They continue to work with me and laugh with me and ask me questions about my day-to-day life and who I have a crush on and other silly things.

Their forgiveness and continued love through my shortcomings has been transformative.

This all reinforces what some of my close pals told me long ago — Life Is A Dance. In this particular scenario, it is a dance of forgiveness. I need forgiveness as much as the girl who spent 6 years in prison or the guy who sold meth to your kids or the lady who is an annoying know-it-all or the man who loses his temper way too quickly.

As we dance, we move towards and around each other in forgiveness. We surround each other with forgiveness, with love–with the love of Christ.

Thank you Mike, Charla, Guyia, Mark and Ali for forgiving me.

Thank you Father for using me though I am so flawed.

Thank you Jesus for teaching gentleness.

Thank you Spirit for your strength, made perfect in weakness.