When I think of missionaries, blueberries come to my mind. It's because of something that happened about 8 years ago. I had Eila in the Whole Foods shopping cart. I knew that her 2-year-old self needed a snack to make it through the store without a melt down. I selected a tub of organic blueberries and opened them up. As I offered them to her, I noticed a moldy one, and then another moldy one. Soon I had separated out 8- 10 moldy blueberries and was explaining to Eila to just eat the ones I would hand her, since I could see there were more. I was disappointed that my purchase was going to be of half-rotten berries. All of a sudden a woman was standing to my left side and politely commanded me, "here, let me have that," indicating the blueberries. I was confused but handed them to her, thinking maybe she worked at the store and had noticed my predicament. Instead, I soon found out that she worked for the specific berry company that sold the moldy blueberries, and had indeed observed my disappointing experience with her company's product. "That's not a good representation of our berries." she asserted, and then went back to the berry display, and carefully picked a new clamshell of blueberries for me. "Here. these are on me." and she signed something on the package so they would be free when I checked out.
She saw me.
She noticed my poor experience.
She cared.
She came to me.
She took action to represent her company well in a tangible way that I could appreciate.
This is how I want to represent Jesus.
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