... I 'fessed up to liking the look without anticipating the conversations it would spark.
I wore it out again this past Friday night to run errands, and to a movie.
This time, I was prepared. Ready to represent.
When I walked into a store, I waited the extra minute that I usually don't, to hold the door for the person coming up behind me.
As I interacted with the cashier, I asked how her day had been, and wished her a happy weekend when she passed my purchase over the counter.
In the theater, when I wanted to wring the necks of the giggling teenagers on my row, I tempered my irritation. How can I wring their necks with the love of Christ?
Over the top? Maybe.
But the t-shirt -- the visible mark that identified myself as a believer -- made me uber-conscious of how I treated people, and how I responded to them.
And I can't help but wonder how our representation of Christ would change if we thought of ourselves as ...
... visibly labeled as a believer ...
... visibly stamped with His seal ...
... visibly marked for eternal life.
What if our mindset wasn't dictated by wearing a t-shirt, but by being truly clothed in Christ?
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