The conversation over dessert and coffee went something like this:
Reflection on a shopping trip and seeing a certain “type” of people during the excursion
Statements like “I don’t understand why…,” “They’re in America now..,” “If only they would…,” and “Don’t they know?…”
I decided to speak up.
First I’ll offer a disclaimer. I am not a world traveler by profession nor do I claim to know everything about cultures and world religions. However, I have been to a third world country, I consider myself to have a fairly flexible world viewpoint, and my job affords me the privilege of working with children and families from different countries and cultures. Daily.
So I said:
“You know, she’s just a person.”
Silence. Annoying, aggravating silence. The kind of silence that speaks volumes, as in – “ok, we’ll let you speak your point and won’t push it further, because you obviously just jumped on your soapbox.”
Insert subject change. Cake and ice cream suddenly become a valid topic.
Friends, God isn’t American. And nowhere in the Bible does God bless only those within the 50 states. God is a God of the nations. Just because you and I were blessed to be born in the country we were, others were blessed to be born in their corner of the world. And where and how they were raised may not have afforded them the accessibility to Christianity or even the ability to choose from different religions.
So here’s where you and I come in.
Smile. Offer a hand. [gulp] Say hello.
[realize that their heart beats inside their chest just like yours]
Pay for their coffee. Offer to help with a crying baby.
[they were created in the same image of the God you were created in]
Choose to look past the outside appearance and see a child of God. A child that may not know the Jesus you do.
[pray for them and pray harder for yourself]
Won’t you join me?
Inspired by a real dessert-and-coffee conversation.
written by mercy ink contributing writer lauren arbogast
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