I rarely rant.

Usually, I write, quite diplomatically (for someone who writes about God, Jesus, and the raw inner workings of my faith, that is).

Sometimes, I’m told by my readers that I’m preaching. Not in a preachy way. More in a preach it, girl! way.

Tonight, I’m going to aim for a rant/preach it girl combo! Tell me how I do.

Last week, I wrote preached about women getting off the Who’s-Got-It-More-Together train and spreading the love for our fellow women on their journeys. I can’t express how important it is for us, as Christian women in particular, to do our best to love on each other.

By each other, I mean other women – other people – of all faiths, no faith or anti-faith.

We must show the love. We must get noticed for having genuine hearts, for using our sensible minds and for being down to earth, real people. We simply must be louder than the rest.

Yes. I said must. Three times.

I know. It’s just like should. I don’t mean to should you. I just don’t know how else to say it. We are competing with some dark forces. Many of them are working unseen in the spiritual realm, but many of them are not.

I was just witness to a very vocal Christian at a coffee chain portraying the love of Jesus as an insignificant afterthought. He expounded on the wrath of God that was coming to everyone in the place – present company (and himself, presumably) excluded.

(This was after he hit on me, loudly, opening with, “I see by your ring that you’re married, but…”)

How did he know to exclude me from his predictions for the imminent end? I was wearing a piece of jewelry with a cross on it.

Now I’m sitting here in the aftermath, shrinking in my chair, looking at my tiny silver cross, so significant to me, but so quiet, so subtle. Far too subtle to compete with the man who turned everyone’s head at the sound of Jesus’ holy name.

No. This kind of thing doesn’t happen often. Not, at least, in such an in-your-face kind of way. I just wonder how often we, who wear a tiny piece of Jesus jewelry or an oft covered scripture tattoo, work against our God? How often do we silence our own effectiveness by our less than loving behaviour?

Even if we are quietly, subtly, representing Jesus well, can we be noticed over the loud misrepresentations of the world? Can anyone even tell that our voice is saying something different?

I can only answer for myself. I know that I’m most often being observed by my children, the ladies at the grocery store and the staff at the bank or doctor’s office, for example.

More love, more patience, more peacefulness and more joy are needed.

More noticeable.

More honouring. What would honouring have looked like, tonight, in this coffee shop?

My Jesus would have sat down for coffee with everyone in the joint. He doesn’t want to condemn even one of them.

Maybe, had I been really quick, I would have lovingly chided the man (half jokingly, so as not to embarrass him) for portraying my Jesus as a vengeful and punishing force. With skill, I could have turned the conversation to the Jesus who says, “So what if she did?“, when the devil tries to condemn me for my shortcomings.

Should the same bizarre situation arise again, maybe I’ll be able to actually show Jesus, instead of open mouthed shock and a little silver cross.


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