Salesmen…
My hat is off to you. I have tried to be one in many different ways (currently a grocery clerk with an attitude – not one of the most successful jobs out there). I get irritated at some customers who ask stupid questions or misuse the food stamp system, the store, or my employee and I don’t hide my feelings very well. Some call it a curse or a gift – I don’t know.
Here is my BSW (Blog Subject of the Week).
When is it time to tell those that are trying to impress you with how many people they “led to the Lord” (via the sinner’s prayer and a handshake) this week that I don’t agree with that mindset… at all? I grew up going to a Southern Baptist mega church where every sermon was filled with yelling, sweating, and a sinner’s prayer. I see this everywhere - people doing their damndest to convince a person to accept Jesus in the shortest time possible - all the while knowing little if anything about the person they just met.
But how long will that new Jesus feeling last? Surely the gimmick words that got them to make the decision in the first place will wear off in time and all that is left is a mundane life that is filled with porn, cursing, and lying. This isn’t something that I made up; I have heard these symptoms from many Christians that are board stiff with their spiritual life. Did you ever think that the life lived in this mindset will never look like the life lived by our Master? I can’t picture myself ever trying to explain what my Father is like to a stranger in a short 30 minute interview. Come to think of it, I have yet to fully understand this life. My only answer is to spend an absurd amount of time with people, be ready for the whispers from the Father and live an open life closely with anyone who is unfamiliar with the Father.
Exposing Myself on a Regular Basis
“All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you. I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through: I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn. Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek, I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin: I talk of love -a scholar's parrot may talk Greek- But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin." - C S Lewis