I once wore a t-shirt with a single word written in BOLD RED ink. JESUS was the word. Every where I went, it invoked a reaction. Some people openly embraced it. Others openly confronted it. Most avoided it. I found the reaction to me interesting. I was the same person, with or without the JESUS shirt.
Today, I handed a copy of “The Message” to a guy in Einstein’s bagel. I was sitting adjacent to him. I thought, “Yes. I will give him, “The Message”.” Then, I thought, “No. I won’t give him The Message.” The guy looked quite professional, but a bit serious. The thought of giving him The Message made me uncomfortable, but the thought of disobedience to my Father was even more uncomfortable. I gave the guy, “The Message” as I left.
He accepted my gift. He said, “Thank you” and put it aside. He seemed a bit put out at The Message. It may have been that he was even expressing an anger at The Message. I couldn’t tell for sure, but his reaction validated my discomfort.
As I drove off, I prayed. God, help me to not take rejection personally.
Father, help the guy fall in love with The Message.