For Which It Stands

Last night I met people at work who encouraged me and lifted me up even though we were strangers. Again. But this time, we weren't really strangers.

And Indian couple came in to eat, not really a rare occurrence since it's an Indian restaurant, and it was a slow night so we started up a conversation. After small talk about the estrogen boosting effects of fennel, the woman told me that she and her husband live in Minnesota and that he is a pastor there. The Lord did not tell him to establish a physical church, but a comfortable place where all denominations can gather as ONE body of Christ to worship. Their goal, together and with their children, is to build up a restoration of God's presence in America.

Their names are Sharon and David Dawson, and I say we're not really strangers in the main sense of the word because we're part of the same BODY. David said that when he came to America when he was 24, he placed his hand on the Bible to become a citizen, and in his heart, was pledging his allegiance to GOD, the God that this nation was established on. This is no longer a "Christian" nation of course, but a melting pot of religions and cultures. One of the greatest things about America is that everyone has the freedom to believe what they want. But David makes it clear that his allegiance is not to a red white and blue flag, but to the God of this nation.

I rarely have encounters with friends, family or strangers in which the conversation is rolling on the Jesus train and just can't stop. When I realized that last night, I felt sad. To these people, these Indian Americans, these ripped from Hindu culture come to evangelize to the "Nation Under God" people, are totally on that train every singe day. For a purpose, too, and that's to get everyone else back on that train. Walking blessings.

I think that a lot of us quiet folk that call ourselves Christians should probably think some things over. Otherwise, what's the point at all?

Conviction, anyone?