Yesterday three of us traveled from the office to a restaurant in Kensington. The things we represent were both subtle and obvious. It appeared that we were corporate managers with very different backgrounds sharing a commute home. From our conversation, I wonder what the person boarding the train thought of us.
A leader was the shortest of the group, a manager who came out of business school directly into a multinational corporation after growing up in North India. The second is a Scotsman with experience in leading Gurkka soldiers and four children. The third is an American with a slightly confusing accent. We are laughing, and to the people crowding around us, clearly winding each other up. The words are corporate speak, but the humor and jousting transcends any language.
“Where are you from? ” The surprise question came from the new stranger crowding between two of us.
“It is hard to say, a lot of places really. Why do you ask?”
“You sound like you are an American, but I am not sure. Do you live in the States?”
“No, I live here in London.”
“Where are you from?”
“India, Singapore, California, Oregon, Florida, New York, and now London.”
“But, where were you born?”
“Oh. . .” The conversation continued.
Of all that we talked about, she never asked what I did for a living. Some things must be obvious.
If someone quizzed me again, I wonder what question would s/he not need to ask. Is my relationship and journey with God so obvious that the observer would automatically assume it to be?
I want one thing to be a reality in my life. I want God to pervade everything that constitutes who I am. If I do anything, let it be because I know God.
If you start with the little things, change begins to take over one's life. “If you eat meat, eat it to the glory of God and thank God for prime rib.” (Romans 14.6) I am not a fan of prime rib, but then that is not the point!