BFF to BFFE

I marvel at the inhibitions of 3 year olds. When we go to play at the mall, the park or Anna Maria's favorite Chick-da-fla (Chick-fil-A) as she calls it, she always says, "Look daddy my friend." Every child we see has the potential to be her next BFF (Best friend forever) even though we will never see them again. They will play until one insensitive parent finlay says that it is time to go and these two, who have bonded for life in a matter minutes, are tearfully ripped apart never to see each other again.

Where do those inhibitions go? Why, as we grow older, are we terrified as to what others will think of us? As Christians we are to let others see Jesus in us, which is a good thing because the likelihood of them hearing it from us is about as likely as my baptizing the Pope. Why are we so afraid to wear the name Christian. Sharing our faith can be so terrifying. Most would prefer a trip to the dentist over witnessing. Something I learned as a missionary in Russia is that people will enquire as to books. When I studied Russian in coffee shops I would often times have people ask me what I was studying. This helped me practice Russian but it also opened doors to witnessing. Now I like to take an overtly Christian book to these places with Anna Maria because I have found that people will often times ask, "What are you reading," which opens the door so that while Anna Maria is with her most resent BFF I might have the opportunity to help someone find their BFFE, Best friend for eternity.

Is it any wonder that Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me." When they come, they come without baggage. Come to Jesus before your load is to heavy to get there.