Friday, August 19, 2011

i am second (to mary and the disciples)

One of the sponsoring ministries of my recent mission trip was I am Second.

It's a movement inspiring people to live a life committed to Christ first, and loving His people.  You can check it out here.

Anyway, they provided a t-shirt that looks a little something like this ...



... and I happen to wear it a lot.

I wore it the day after I got home from Peru, and I stopped into a gas station to buy a Gatorade.  I placed my Grape G2 on the counter, and the clerk asked me, "What're you second to?"

I was loving my shirt but had given little thought to its practical ramifications.

What is he ... oh my word.  Really, Lord?  Now?

"I'm second to Christ," I responded.

The clerk gave me a wry grin and said, "How'd you get to be above Mary and the disciples?"

It took me a second to follow his thinking, and when I caught on, I knew he wasn't kidding.

I pulled out two dollar bills from my wallet and tried to clean up my mess of a witnessing opportunity.

"No, sorry" I looked down, feeling awkward and bashful.  And then I looked him in the eye.  "I didn't mean I was second in Christ's life, I meant that He's first in mine."

"Well then that's a good person to be second to."  He handed me my change.

"I think so," I smiled, "and I hope you can say the same thing."

"Yes ma'am," and he nodded.  (Does that mean he can?  How do I follow up to that?  DisASTer.)

He bid me good-bye.  I thanked him and returned to my car.

Funny, Lord.  I sure appreciate Your welcome home.  Good grief.

I was caught off guard, miscommunicated the message, and maybe walked away from a conversation that man needed to have.  I won't know.

Fortunately, God is never caught off guard, He never miscommunicates, and He never walks away when someone needs to talk.  I find great comfort in that.

I have more thoughts on this business of my new favorite t-shirt, but because I believe in keeping these posts to a reasonable length for the average reader-in-a-hurry, check back in a day or two.

Who knew a t-shirt was such a game-changer?

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