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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This is beautiful, Megan. I can't quite come up with words to express how this touches me, but just to say that this captures how we as Christians can be for those who have had poor experiences with the church in the past.