A large portion of my job is about dates and times - event whens and wheres. But occasionally, I have a day like today when the who and the why take center stage.
Today, she sat in my office with her her purple sweater, her accent and a disposition that dispelled the gray, cold weather that still grips New England.
As a child in Brazil, she knew only the idea of God as remote and distant, but here in New England, she met Him up close and personal and that one-on-one relationship changed her. She had found hope. She had found peace. She had found a Lover of her soul, and she told all her friends about it.
They scoffed at her. They told her she was crazy. But she kept telling them about this up-close-and-personal Jesus who had remade her. She kept pointing them back to hope.
Recently, she asked one of those friends if she was too pushy. The response?
"Not pushy. Persistent. You didn't give up on me. It means so much that you didn't give up on me."
And she cried as she said the words. "How could I give up on her, when God didn't give up on me."
A statement. Not a question. Clearly a life philosophy executed through small every day things. Notes of encouragement. Being available.
For God, who said, “Let there be light in the darkness,” has made this light shine in our hearts so we could know the glory of God that is seen in the face of Jesus Christ.
We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves. ~ 2 Corinthians 4:6-7Fragile clay jars containing this treasure... breakable pottery filled with the love of Christ. The greatest story.
Linking with Holly Gerth on the prompt: A small thing that makes a big difference is…