I overheard a couple of women talking at the playground a few weeks back. It went something like this:
"We have some new folks moving to Geneva in a few weeks."
"Really?"
"Yes. They're wondering if there are any english-speaking Christian churches in town. Mary* goes to one I think. She's a Christian, right? I could ask her."
"Mary's a Christian? I never would have guessed that."
*heart sinking into the pit of my stomach* Although they were not talking about me, I felt this rush over my heart. Could someone say that about me? Could someone not know? Could someone "never guess" that I am a follower of Jesus?
Matthew 3:8 (NLT) says "prove by the way you live that you have repented of your sins & turned to God."
By the way you live - the way I do life. The way I handle it when people cut in front of me in line, the way I react when traffic is ridiculous, how I behave around my friends, my enemies. What do I choose to do when tragedy strikes? Do I forgive other, do I give cheerfully, do I practice hospitality?? These are the ways I live. Good deeds and service and prayer and time spent in ministry, those are parts of life, but certainly not all of the way I live. In the harder, tougher moments, with the rougher, more tolerant crowd, in those times, in those moments, does my life prove whom I follow?
*the name has been changed
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