For we cannot help speaking about what we have seen and heard. Acts 4:20 (NIV)
I made the mistake of letting today’s chilly weather influence my wardrobe choices. I should know better than to wear a heavy sweater since I carry my own personal heater around with me at all times. I had an early morning meeting, and fifteen minutes into it, was faced with a grave dilemma. Baking from a hot flash, I had to take my sweater off, but that meant pulling it over my head and revealing an unironed blouse underneath. I tried to whisk it off without causing a stir, but my earring got caught in the wool. By the time I wrestled it over my head, my hair was in disarray and everyone was looking at me. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t in a meeting full of gorgeous, well dressed women. All perfectly matched and coiffed. The young woman sitting across from me had a cute black thigh length trench coat with a six inch swatch of metallic silver trim. The woman on my right was wearing a perky pink sweater set and beautiful beaded necklace while a woman at the end of the table had on a red wool blazer, black turtle neck and gold choker. In my jeans, sneakers, ancient sweater and wrinkled shirt, I looked like Cinderella just done with cleaning the fireplace. I looked to my left and sighed when I saw that woman’s contemporary hairstyle and trim, royal blue knit suit. She looked like a model. Then, I realized she was in worse shape than me. In the seam of her skirt, not near the hem, but high up on her hip, there was a wide gaping hole. What to do? If I told her, she would no doubt be embarrassed, but if I didn’t she might go through the rest of her day never knowing about the sideways moon she was giving everyone. I spent the rest of the meeting pondering my approach. It was not someone I know, so it wasn’t like I could whisper a warning as a friend might. Not only would I have to introduce myself, but our first contact could be uncomfortable. Finally, I decided as soon as the meeting ended, I should be direct and honest, and in my head rehearsed the conversation. But, I never got the chance to talk to her as the meeting went longer than planned, and I had to leave to get to another one. As I thought about her all day, I was reminded about how I have other information that it is important to share. How many people do I pass each day who do not know of God’s love and grace? Yet, I worry about how I can approach them without offending them or making them angry. All I need to do is be truthful and honest about what He has done for me. Cinderella didn’t have any trouble bragging on her fairy godmother. It should be easy for me to do the same about God.