Tentmaking
I work in a fabric store to pay the bills. I meet an interesting aray of people. Some times I like to guess what people are making, other times I ask.Today specifically I had a lady looking for fabric to make a shrine. One woman, in her late fifties bought cloth to make a yoga mat.
One day I had a couple buy a lot of white fabric.... and I didn't want to ask. [hint: what tripple letter organization starts with K?]
I also get to see the "whole world" too. People speaking different languages. Spanish, Greek, Arabic, Farsi, French... Ladies wearing hijabs. Women buying 5m of fabric to make sahris. Mennonite/Brethen who make their own dresses. Young and Old. Rich and Poor. Sewers and non-sewers...
Last week I had a five minute conversation with a lady who found out I was also a pastor and began to tell me how she had lost a friend and had been going to talk with the pastor who had the funeral. Then she started telling me that she didn't like another one who was always asking for money- and of course she told me that she lived a good life. I wanted so desperately to tell her about Jesus...
Slowly I am getting to know my co-workers- looking for oportunities to share the hope that I have.
Oh Jesus. Come with me to work. Let people see you. May it be more than a friendly smile in the name of customer service, may it be your name, your light that shines in me and through me.
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