Thursday I punch a clock for the first time in years. I’m taking on a second job to reduce my debt-to-panic ratio. I don’t often, maybe ever, sense I’m being led by the Lord, but this time I’m convinced the heavens opened up to say, “This would be a nice place to work.”
I’ve got friends that wouldn’t make a move unless their cornflakes took on the shape of the restored temple of Jerusalem. One such young man recently informed me he was re-entering the arena of mixed martial arts because he was sure the Lord’s hand was in it. I told him to watch out for the Lord’s foot.
Signs and wonders get a fair share of discussion in some Christian circles, as if to measure the amount of anointing this or that church can lay claim to – usually on Facebook. The part that seldom gets mentioned is that signs and wonders are for an unbelieving generation. In that light, a friend of mine told me the best sign to hold out to an unbelieving world is to be respectful of your spouse and straightforward with your children.
I believe the nice place to work reference was as much about me becoming a courteous Christian example as it was about a path to financial solvency. Scripture says the eye is the light to the body. I’ve seen this born out in my prison ministry time after time, but I believe I’m entering a season of letting this little light of mine shine in the “real” world of retail sales.
My wife will check my grooming before my first day and remind me of my manners like it’s the first day of kindergarten. We’ll pray together and accessorize the full armor of God with my new name tag and clerk’s apron, and when I approach my customers with the ever popular, “May I help you?” I’ll be keeping my eyes open to see if I can spread the gospel…without saying a word.
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