Last night, I was reminded of the day I made a decision to follow Christ. Growing up in Dominica, the Christian Faith was an intense, serious and fun experience.
We were taught that the time is urgent and we have to tell the whole world about God. At the time, the whole world was our little village but that never stopped us from thinking about saving the world.
Throughout my school years, I’ve had all sorts of friendships and I’ve had all sorts of fun. During some of the fun, I think God would’ve probably given Jesus a high five and other times I think he probably shook his head and covered one eye.😳
I’ve never, ever thought that people would not want to be around those who identify as Christ followers, until recently. I believed that once people, once they recognized that I or anyone who was a Christ follower, it would be the thing they’d be drawn too. Or the thing that would draw people to each other.
When I was in high school, I took almost my entire basketball team to church. Why not? It was only afterward, at practice, they told me I took them to an all-black church. It never crossed my mind. All I wanted was to share my joy and I loved my team so much, I thought they should have it too!
I’ve been loved by some of the best people God created along this journey. From my grandmother to my family, teachers, pastors, my Jeff, and my Ange, Andy, roommates, coworkers and on and on.
Love, at least the kind God says we are to practice does not put lines, boxes, limits, conditions or requirements on how it should be shared. We are just called to love even those who are considered enemies.
I can say there are times, a lot of times when Christ has been shared with me or with others and not once was his name ever mentioned, that’s because his signature is in us and he is known through us by the way we love.
Let’s get back to leaving our mark, the kind that no pen can make and no eraser can remove.
I’ve got what you need.