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The air is thick with tension. On one side of the building, there is a fragrant aroma of lavender . On the other side, there is a horrendous stench of a homeschooler, sweaty from seeing a girl in a magazine three aisles over. Your skin starts to sizzle when you pick up a Beth Moore book, but nothing happens when you brush by a picture of Joel Olsteen. There is a table full of interesting words spelled by Bananagrams. You may have a few ideas as to where I could be, feel free to take a guess:

Church?

A local Boy Scout meeting?

Showtime at the Apollo (holla)?

Of course not. Those guesses would be far too easy… Tonight, we’re searching deeper within the voids of the Christian underground. Mardel Bookstore is the location for today’s inspiration. Now, let me be clear, I enjoy shopping at Mardel. It’s true that I occasionally have an issue with items that they sale (Look forward to reading a complaint letter I’m currently writing about a certain “Jesus Christ action figure” that I’m not too keen on). But overall, I enjoy my time browsing through books with no pictures and trying on shirts that mom would approve of (Not my mom, she’d rather me be cool). However, one of the downsides of shopping there, is that other awkward people go there as well. Here’s what happened:

You just now caught the homeschooler joke, didn’t you?

Anyways, I had just purchased a new Bible (Because I threw my last one at some random kids… No lie), and I went to get it imprinted. Because nothing says “I love Jesus more than you.” then marking your territory on the Word of God.

(By the way, I had them imprint the words: “If you find it, it’s yours.” on the Bible… Ha!)

Moving on, I was standing around, making fun of the Christian equivalent to mood rings, when I saw a couple whom I didn’t particularly like. Even though I didn’t want to, I decided that the Christian thing to do would be to go say “Hello.” Or at least wave at them and direct them to the holy Legos. However, instead of doing those things, I hid behind a display stand. Now, let me be clear: I didn’t casually walk behind the display stand, and I didn’t bend over behind it to pretend to tie my shoes. I sucked my gut into my stomach (which was a lot of work), and blended in behind bookmarks and Jesus Pogs.

They didn’t see me, and I took that as a victory. While they walked to the back to look at the clothes that I made fun of earlier, I continued on my way, and left the store shortly thereafter. Several thoughts crossed my mind after that event. Here they are:

  1. How weird am I for literally hiding behind a display case to avoid people?
  2. Even though nobody in front of me could see me, I wonder what everyone behind me thought as they watched me hide.
  3. I wonder if sometimes, we take this approach with witnessing. We see an opportunity to minister to someone, and instead of doing our job, we hide behind a metaphorical box of guitar picks and just hope the moment passes.

Number 3 really stuck with me for awhile after that. Check this out:

Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit” – Matthew 28:19

If our job as believers is to go out and make disciples of everyone, then why do we find it acceptable to hide when we don’t feel like it? We’re all broken, messed up people. It’s impossible to be better than somebody. Because without Christ, we are nothing.

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