Tales of a Secret Rockstar

Last night I worked with my friend Michelle. She has definitely taken over as my favourite person to work with. More about her momentarily . . .

So I've been reading Donald Miller's Blue Like Jazz again. I've been really challenged by what he says about love. He talks about this realization that he came to, which is that we tend to use love like a currency or commodity. When people are useful or "valuable" to us, we give them love. When they are not, we either pity them, or simply don't like them. I think this is so true and so scary. I've been realizing how I withhold love from people because I think they should change, and I somehow think that they will want to change to earn my love. How ridiculous. Miller talks about an experience in his life where he was doing this to another church member. He decided to just love him unconditionally. When he did this, he says, "I felt like I had lost an enemy, and gained a brother." And the guy, feeling affirmed as a person, began to change and get more serious about God. Interesting.
So I tried this experiment last night. We have this ridiculously annoying guy who comes in. He's about my age, and he's just kind of creepy. Usually I'm really cold and short towards him. But today, as I was about to help him, I decided to be warm and inviting. Now granted we couldn't exactly be best friends, what with that sneeze guard forming a barrier between us, but seriously, things felt different. I don't even know if he was any different. Bit I felt different. It was fun to serve him. I may have even liked him. He seemed to respond to my attitude. It was cool. But I won't say it wasn't a little difficult. It's a humbling experience to just throw love around to anyone. I think I always expect people to measure up to my standards somehow.

Anyways, back to my friend Michelle. She is really cool. I want Michelle to know God. God really likes her alot. And we got to talk about God for an hour or so. It was incredible. I really enjoyed telling her about God. She asked me about Heaven and Hell, and I told her the truth. She told me about how she prays every night. I think that's pretty cool. She even prays for her cat who died. I told her that there's more to life, and to life with God, than where she's at right now. I told her to read the book of John. I hope she does. We didn't want to stop talking, but we had to work or something.
I want Michelle to know God.
I guess that's kind of a written prayer.