How I Spent Black Friday: a cautionary tale on apprehension

[From the archives.]

Black Friday holds no attraction for me, no allure, no batting eyelashes drawing me to the stores.

Black Friday - NBC News

What most malls look like on this day

Black Friday – NBC News

I went to the mall on Black Friday.

A Question Never Before Posed to Me

Late Thanksgiving night my wife asked how early I wanted to get up to go to the mall. This is most definitely not one of our annual conversations, because I’ve never gone to the mall the day after Thanksgiving. This year was different, though. There we were in San Diego visiting family, and our son was able to join us for the holiday for the first time in a few years. He was the one who wanted to hit the stores before they ran out of what he was looking for.

You might be thinking, But why did you need to get up to go with them, Tim?

Good question.

He was staying at his sister’s apartment near her university, about 20 minutes from my in-laws’ house where we were staying. She was leaving very early to spend the day in Disneyland with her young cousin.* That meant she couldn’t bring her brother to us so we needed to go to him. (For those readers with younger kids who look forward to the day when you will not be driving them around any longer, good luck with that.)

We awoke in the dark and drove through ground fog to pick him up. With all the horror stories about how bad Black Friday is, I was surprised to see an empty parking lot. Seriously. We pulled into a parking spot 3 spaces from the front door of the department store.

More like what we saw (The Bay City Times)

More like what we saw
(The Bay City Times)

My wife and son separated to find their stores while I went in search of coffee. I ordered a bagel with cream cheese and a coffee, sat down with my book and iPad, and waited for them to summon me when ready to go. An hour later they did and we left. The parking lot was barely more occupied than when we arrived. Then it was off to the next mall.

Unmet Expectations

Me being anxious (source)

Me being anxious

My expectations of the Black Friday shopping experience went unmet. This type of thing happens to me occasionally. It probably happens to you too.

Getting worked up over nothing is a common pastime. Jesus warns against it:

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. (Matthew 6:34.)

There are doomsayers galore out there who try to convince me that all is lost. That’s what the reports about Black Friday shopping always say. And I bet there is partial truth to those reports, based on what I see on the news each holiday season. But there is complete truth in what God says:

It is better to take refuge in the Lord
than to trust in humans. (Psalm 118:8.)


Fear of man will prove to be a snare,
but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe. (Proverbs 29:25.)

Whether it’s shopping hype put out by retailers eager for customers and news media eager for viewers or it’s predictions of doom and promises of deliverance peddled by the latest huckster, trusting humans and living in fear of worldly events is a fool’s game. God is our refuge, the one who keeps his people safe.

After all:

Me being not anxious (source)

Me being not anxious

I trust in God, so why should I be afraid? What can mere mortals do to me? (Psalm 56:11, NLT.)

With God, Black Friday is past. He has brought his people into the eternal Sunday of Resurrection life in Christ.

No wonder we can trust him.


*It was our daughter’s birthday the next day and this trip to Disneyland was our gift to her. Why I didn’t insist on going with them is a mystery.


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5 Responses to How I Spent Black Friday: a cautionary tale on apprehension

  1. Jeannie Prinsen says:

    I really like your wife’s question: “How early do you want to get up to go to the mall?” That is next level spousing right there!

  2. Elle says:

    This happened to me not too long ago actually. I needed to take my daughter to the DMV. I hate the DMV. Plus she has autism, so I hate it even more. I had to fill out special forms for her to get a special ID card (for special needs) and I just dreaded the whole situation. Well, I dragged my butt in the door with her and there was absolutely no line. The people were nice. I was in and out. Why was I all worked up over that? LOL. Yah, I do it all the time too. And your joke about never driving again makes me laugh too because my daughter is 18, no drivers license (pretty common for autistic kids) and won’t be driving anytime soon. Life goes on.

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