As Christ followers, Christians, we sometimes have it drummed into us that we need to be telling others about Jesus, maybe with some kind of wild eyed fervour.  But what if we just don’t feel it?  Maybe there is no daily euphoric high, no constant state of rapture that we feel we need to tell about Jesus as if we’ve stumbled upon some amazing new drug.

What if we know that we follow Christ because we follow Christ, and that’s just the way things are.  What if we keep trying to be a little more like Jesus simply because we believe it’s the right thing to do, simply because He’s real and we like Him and we hope that someone else might like to meet Him too?

The guys at work know that He somehow figures in my life. I even got the guts up to pray for a couple of them once when they were unwell or troubled by health issues.  They see me sometimes lugging my guitar in if I’ve a band practice or something after work.

When I’m at work, surrounded by computers, network cables and cold coffee it’s honestly feels a little awkward to simply drop into a conversation;  “Yeah, I was praying with some friends last night and Jesus was so real in the room, you actually felt there was someone extra in the room. Pretty amazing, huh? Huh?”.  I can nearly imagine the blank looks and the uncomfortable silence.

I started this writing on the first of two buses on the way home  from work, and then a couple more lines at the hairdressers.  Whilst there, the hairdresser and I chatted about how I came to be in Finland.  This story normally contains a bit about being Youth Pastor after university.  We chatted little about the country the hairdresser’s family came from, and how a friend from church has a wife from there too.  Normal stuff, but maybe Christians can talk about normal stuff too.

The drunk at the bus stop was really chatty too.  He enjoys .. “thinking, you know?  Like .. Thinking!”,  he explained, spreading his arms wildly.  “W-wwhat do you think ’bout?”

“You really wanna know?”, I grinned.  I think my teeth might have shown too.

“um .. “.  His turn to feel out of his depth for a moment.

“Well, I think about Jesus a lot.”.  Mikko took a moment to think about this, and wondered what other nonsense this weird sober guy was going to come out with.  We talked.  It was nice.

The bus arrived and we shook hands for what seemed to be the 100th time.  “Nice to meet you. God bless.”

“Yeah, God bless you too.”, grinned Mikko.

To be honest, if we were all up in each other’s faces every-single-day-all-the-time with, “”HEY!! GUESS WHAT!? JESUS LOVES YOU!!”, I think I’d tire out pretty quickly.  Sometimes, it has felt there is only one valid way to be a Jesus follower, and other ways are somehow less important.  The guys up front on the stage, or on the mission trip are somehow “doing it better” than the folks sweeping up after the service.

But what would happen if the place was a bomb-site when we next open the building the a service because it wasn’t cleaned?  Or, how to talk to the newcomer without being able to say, “let’s grab a coffee!”.  What about the single parent who can’t come because of the toddler who needs looking after?  All the roles are interconnected.  If we all make coffee and provide childcare, who I going to help lead the musical worship, or help us understand more about following Jesus.

During the six days which aren’t a Sunday, folks who don’t know about Jesus need us to represent Him to them.  We need to be the best social worker, teacher, mechanic, doctor .. what have you, we can be.  In that way we give a good impression of what it looks like to be someone who follows Jesus.  When people ask us about our faith, we absolutely must be ready to give a good answer, but I don’t think we need to be all the time wearing Christian t-shirts, or leaving literature in the break room.  Most of the time, the fact we follow Jesus might not even crop up, but over time we need to make sure the ‘rumour’ gets out!

Towards the back of the bible some guy, Paul?, likens a group of Christ followers to the human body.  The human body has a variety of parts, all doing their bit in their own way.  Not much point if the body is just a bunch of mouths, or ears, or feet.  When I think about the church group I belong to, it’s the same.  Some make real good coffee, some are good at greeting others, some can explain things, some are musical, etc.

That’s just the way we are.  One group of people, all different, but all doing their best for God.

One body, made of different parts.

Mr Potato head – totally looks like a bunch of Christians

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First published: Mar 2014.
Small revisions: May 2017

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