While I was in Zambia in September. I was invited to attend church with my squad at Our Redeemer’s Light church. The is the location where one of our bus drivers attended. We had been in Zambia (and Africa really) for about 3 weeks, and I was already quite used to the worship style of the Bemba people. The get a little crazy, by American conservative protestant standards, to say the least. We were fully into worship that morning, when I looked over to my left and saw this little boy, about 2 years old, staring intently at a teenage boy who was worshiping with all his heart. The teen had no idea the toddler was watching, nor anyone else watching either. No doubt that little child was storing up memories, and it’s entirely possible he could end up imitating that memory as he grows into his own faith with God.
My brain wheels started chugging a little faster. Who has been watching me growing up? Have I been making good memories for imitation, or bad ones? Would I even want people to watch what I am doing? Do I have a choice, or do people just watch anyway? I think they watch, whether we like it or not, and whether we know it or not.
You never know who is watching you, both your words and your actions. They could be changing their future based on what they see you doing. Better make it count.
