[this post has not been edited for anything. it’s 12:30am and my brain is in gear. thus, a collection of thoughts.]
“i’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints; the sinners are much more fun.” —billy joel in “only the good die young”
this week i started a new job. in a new town. in a new world.
my old world was full-time vocational ministry. a paid preacher. a professional Christian.
in my old world i talked about the necessity; nay, the command to be missional followers of Jesus…to live a life of intentionally engaging and being in relationship with those who do not yet follow Christ. of being in their world. of loving and earning the right to hear and be heard.
apparently, if i was a professional Christian…i wasn’t a very good one.
because for the life of me, i cannot recall a single, significant friendship i have had in the last 5 years with someone outside of the faith.
shame on me.
and now i find myself in a new world. a world where i sell iPhones and take collegiate courses and am surrounded by people who do not know my Lord.
and i’m not really sure what to do.
oh, i know the right answers (paid professionals always know the right answers).
talk with them. be engaged. hear their story. share a drink. serve them. meet their needs. be alert. love them. extend the grace that cannot be resisted.
but…how? what does this look like at work? in the classroom? in my neighborhood? i don’t know, because i’ve never done it. i’ve only talked about it.
i’m excited and terrified in this new world. you know those “Jesus fish” you see on the back of vehicles? (it’s call an “ichthus”). i feel like an ichthus out of water. i am firmly outside the confines of my safe and sanitized Christian world.
and it seems to be a good thing.
it seems to be where Jesus spent most of his time.