"Are you a preacher, sir?" the voice at the end of the aisle asked me.
"Uh, no." was the best response I could give on such short notice. I can see where the mistake could be made. After all, I was in a Christian book store. I was wearing a shirt and tie. I was mumbling to myself - (OK, that last part was an exaggeration).
The man who had caught me off guard had a little humor of his own. "That's OK, I'm not a deacon, I'm a 'dickens.'"
The fact that I had been mistaken for a preacher isn't a bad thing. In fact, I would say that I was rather humbled that someone would think of me that way. He obviously didn't hear me call the person at the red light an "idiot."
In retrospect, perhaps the correct answer should have been, "Aren't we all?"
Whether we like it our not, our actions are louder than any sermon preached on a Sunday morning. How we treat others is a direct reflection on ourselves, our faith and the God we serve.
The encounter made me think of my own actions. While this man saw a preacher, the "idiot" at the red light may have only seen an impatient driver. And that sermon is preached a little too often.
In Act 1:8, Jesus told his disciples "But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth."
That includes red lights on Youree Drive. I hope my next "sermon" is better.
May the Blog Be With You.