For the past 12 years of my life, this has been a pretty darn easy question. I'm in college. I'm in grad school. I work for Maybelline. I work for Dial. I'm in sales. I'm in marketing. Not hard. Occupations that everyone understood and accepted.
On the plane two days ago headed back to Oregon from Scottsdale, a woman asked me what I do. Uh...I'm a missionary? Oh my gosh. Did I just say that? What does that mean? How will people react? What will they say? About 150 thoughts went through my head. Interestingly, almost none seemed to go through her head...just a blank stare. I smiled. She gave me this nervous look, then a weak smile.
How I went from the affable seat mate who was easy to talk to to someone who is the "m" word and therefore must believe in the "G" word, I'm not quite sure. It seems these days that one can wax and wane about the most scandalous and charged topics that would shock and offend 80% of the world and everyone will have an opinion but the mere mention of God or even worse, Jesus Christ, brings people to silence. Go figure.
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