I sit in the office space walking around teaching the same thing day in and day out. Up and down the rows overlooking shoulders making sure the message is being relayed to my 20-something nurses. I have come to expect the same questions, the same concerns, and the same wants all within seconds of my probing questions. I enjoy my job. It is a comfortable state I am in and I leave that to run…to run towards something I am passionate about…to run into a black whole of mystery but with the confidence of lions.
The hour and a half marks hits and although I could teach more, these ladies sit eyeing me like I should be able to read a woman’s mind. I guessed right and, in unison, we arose and took a break to retreat to the back table filled with sweets galore. I normally try to shy away from these things in hopes of living longer, but today I gave into the temptation and opened the box of donuts. If that wasn’t hard enough, the assortment gave me a new respect to how donuts were even made. Glazed ones. Filled ones. Caked ones. Cinnamon ones. And, there it was! The child in me wanted it, but something so much deeper came across me. It wasn’t confusion that came across my face, but it was a look that startled the ladies around me.
Who said that donuts couldn’t speak truth from the Gospel? It was an image that came out of blue. A man looking down at a box of donuts and seeing the exact perspective I believe God sees. An amount of space filled with the ordinary, topped off with the complacent feelings of blending into one’s surroundings. This comfortable place so frequently confuses to the point of false belief. It is the life that we too often see and shamefully fall into without realizing.
I yearn for that color, though. To be the Christ follower that in no way is ashamed to stand out. To lie down the nets and pick up His cross daily. I want to walk across the water and hold a faith that, without, I am nothing but an anchor at the bottom. We are fools to think it is going to be easy though. When I proclaim to be a Christian, this does not mean that I am strong but in fact, that I am week and need Him to carry on. We are called for something so much bigger here on earth. We all have our niche mission fields He has called us to. If you are a manager, you manage those people with the love of Christ. If you are a dancer, you dance with the talent God has given you. If you are a mom, you nurture your children like Christ would to His people. My field is loving others and serving His kingdom through the game of soccer.
It is amazing what the Lord can show you when you open your eyes and heart to the unexpected. A lot of truth can be found with the trust of the one Almighty.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight” –Proverbs 3:5-6
