Smile

There is a older maintenance worker in my building who doesn't have very many teeth left, but each time he sees me he flashes a large, kind, gummy grin. Without fail I always smile back. I know virtually nothing about him, but his warm greetings leave me with a positive impression. In fact, when I spot him from a distance I find myself smiling before our paths even cross, and the smile remains on my face for several moments after our mere three-second interaction is over. He's not this way simply with me, but with most everyone who passes by him.

I want to say that my behavior is much like his when I interact with others. I think of myself as a kind and friendly person and make it a point to greet most everyone on my floor, but honestly, when I spot certain people coming down the hall toward me, I groan inwardly. This is especially true if I have attempted to greet them warmly in the past and they haven't reciprocated in turn. If rebuffed often enough, I just give up smiling or speaking to them. Instead we both do the awkward dance of staring straight ahead and pretending we are the only people in the hallway, kitchen, or elevator. Pathetic, I know.

The thing is, as a Christian, I have much reason to smile, for I know what I have been saved from and what I am saved to. It's okay if people ignore my smile and greeting. It may not feel okay, but it is okay. By God's grace, I have the freedom and the ability, along with the responsibility to be kind to everyone around me, regardless of their response. And since I still have all my teeth, all the more reason to flash my smile!

Working Heartily, As Unto The Lord

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I am a Christian and I work in an office high-rise. The walls surrounding my desk are beige, the free green tea in the kitchen is disturbingly really green when brewed, the neighbors in my cubicle quadrant are loud, and many years of spreadsheet wizardry in non-ergonomic settings are leading to Quasimodo-esque posture. Some Christians are serving distant nations full time as missionaries, but this mission field of mine is much closer to home: four and a half minutes by subway to be exact.

I've spent many hours wrestling with what it looks like to be a reflection of Christ in my 8'x8' space. It is not a mistake that I am sitting in this cube. Though it often feels like a trial, God is using my eight-to five to sanctify me to the likeness of His Son. When the waves of discontentment arise within me, or the sinful pouting begins, the Lord is often quick to remind me of the Scripture passage below:

Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.

Colossians 3:23-24

What has God been teaching you through life in a cubicle (or home office, science lab, film set, etc.)? Which areas of your vocational calling are currently a struggle for you?

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