After unloading the groceries into the trunk, I pushed the cart to straddle the painted line in front of my car just as a large SUV began pulling into the space next to mine.
A man poked his head out of the passenger window. “Is that where the cart belongs?”
Startled, I said, “Um, everyone else does it.”
“Not a good mindset.” He mumbled.
Compared to what? Gay marriage, living together unmarried, divorce, lying, and other more important things to speak up about? I shrugged, saying nothing, and turned to get into my car.
“I’ll put it away for you.” He said as he got out of his SUV.
“Thank you.” I said in a cheerful tone.
I’m sure that wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but his congenial protest to where I left my shopping cart left me feeling like I was a magnet for strange people. If my husband was with me, I don’t think the man would have spoken up, but since I was a woman alone, perhaps he felt empowered. But it got me to thinking.
Everyone has a mission. Some of us are passionate about not littering, saving dolphins, or using correct grammar. You probably feel brave about speaking up about those things. It’s your “mission.” It’s the thing you are passionate about. It’s easy to speak up about those things, but what about the most important “mission?”
What about your faith?
Would you strike up a conversation with someone in the parkinglot and ask them where they are headed eternally? Are you passionate about your faith so much so that it comes out in your words and actions every day online and offline?
That man today apparently has a mission in life: make sure every cart gets put in the cart corral. It doesn’t intimidate him to approach a stranger. He takes the extra time to walk every cart into its proper corral. While it was annoying, I have to wonder how passionate are you and I on sharing the Gospel with the lost using social media and real life?
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