Sometimes I wonder how God wants to use me in the workplace. At the age of six, I was having conversations about Jesus over a carton of chocolate milk. Recess was a time of chasing boys and seeing how high we could push the swing to go, but Jesus always came up. Children have a curiosity for what their parents believe, and I always talked about church, the Bible, Jesus, and of course the do's and the dont's. And now that I find myself just shy of the age six and twenty, the carton of milk has transformed into a cup of coffee, and the conversations of Jesus have ceased.
Our culture tells us not to push our beliefs on others--we're taught that all religions are good, that Jesus is just one option to take. I don't believe our culture is correct, but my actions say otherwise.
Several weeks ago, I was discussing forgiveness with a friend here at work. He'd grown up with an abusive father who passed away recently. This friend wanted so badly to find peace, and so I talked to him about forgiveness, and what it means. God came up in the conversation, and while I know for a fact this friend doesn't believe Christianity is for him, he listened. Culture is wrong--we can share about our beliefs. Jesus told us to go out into the world and spread the Good News. Perhaps we should start by going out into our neighborhoods, our workplaces, the grocery stores. I'm guilty of keeping Jesus to myself, squelching the urge to say something as simple as "God cares" to someone who needs to hear it.
Maturity is important, but maybe we should all think back to when we were six--free of culture's limitations, ready to take on the world--ready to go out into the world and share the Good News.
No comments:
Post a Comment