Last week, I was shopping for new make-up. It was a Friday, so I was in my normal day-off attire: comfy t-shirt, blue jeans, and my TCU hat. As I wandered around the store, not really knowing what I was looking for, a nice clerk stopped and asked if I needed help. We started talking and she played with some make-up samples on my face. Having someone play with make-up on your face is both vulnerable and uncomfortable. The close proximity, the odd small talk both lead to an attitude of “get this over quick”. But then she asked THE question, “What do you do?” I told her simply, “I am a Minister.” (Note: I always get nervous when I tell someone I am a minister - some are receptive, some are curious, some are confessional, and some are just rude.) She responded with something I had never heard before, “You know, sometimes God just puts people in your path for a reason.” She didn’t elaborate, but we continued our conversation about make-up. I didn’t start preaching, but I could tell just our encounter had prompted or reminded her of something significant. Our encounter was over, almost as soon as it started, and she was on to the next customer. But I thought about that exchange the rest of the day. I didn’t have a special formula or speech, just a simple claim of my faith had prompted something significant.
“Live as children of light—for the fruit of the light is found in all that is good and right and true.” – Ephesians 5:8b NRSV
This scripture reminds me that once exposed to the Light, that is the grace and love of God, we are supposed to be different people – in our actions and our love. The Ephesians had a hard time leaving their old way of life behind and often tried to find excuses for their poor choices. If one is to be a devoted follower of Christ, then one must live as Christ lived. It means the Ephesians (and even us) have to claim our faith both in word and in action.
Prayer: Prompting Spirit, Illuminate our path so that we may reflect Christ’s light in the world. Amen.
Posted on Wed, April 6, 2016
by Heather Portillo