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.
I believe that once people recognized that I was a Christ follower, it would be the thing that they’d be drawn too. Or the thing that would draw people to each other.
Throughout my school years, I’ve had all sorts of friendships and I’ve had all sorts of fun. Some of which God would give Jesus a high five on and some of which I think, he’d shake his head and cover one eye.😳
I’ve never, ever thought that people would not want to be around those who identify as Christ followers. Never, well until recently. When I was in high school, I took almost my entire basketball team to church. Why not? It was only afterwards, 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 my 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.