ImageMy closet is full of running shirts.  Some I like to actually run in, like the technical shirts that sport brand logos.  Some I like to wear as PJs or around town, like the t-shirts touting races I’ve run.  I don’t think twice about putting them on, other than style considerations – is it appropriate to be “sporty” or “casual” today?  It just occurred to me, however, that I don’t own any shirts showcasing my faith.  (I do have a shirt with a Bible verse on it, but it was made for my church’s 5k race, so it doesn’t count.)  I tell people my faith is the most important thing in my life, but are my appearance and actions consistent with that profession?  I realize that wearing a shirt confessing one’s faith does not a true believer make.  Whether I actually own or wear such a shirt isn’t what’s important.  The kicker is if I had such a shirt in my closet, I would think twice before putting it on due to fear of others’ judgments.  What a disappointment!  The only judgment I should be concerned about is God’s.

Am I now seeking the favor of men, or of God?  Or am I trying to please men?  If I were still pleasing men, I should not be a servant of Christ.  Galatians 1:10

God’s judgment is the only one that matters.  I do care, however, about the message my words and actions convey to others.  I want the world to see me as someone whose faith shines through my couture choice of the day.  I want to walk the talk.  With that in mind as I reflect on a typical day, I consider whether I lost my patience, judged another, gave in to pride, failed to forgive, turned green with jealousy, exploded with anger, or lacked gratitude.  The list goes on, and the question is not whether I failed but how many times.  Every failure is a lost opportunity to show I believe His judgment is the only one that matters.  But, I have hope!  Each new day brings fresh opportunities.  In the end, I hope those I’ve encountered can’t remember what was on my shirt because they were too blinded by Christ’s light shining through me.  No one needs sunglasses around me yet, but I know where I want to be, and I will try my best to get there with God’s help.

Dear God, as I open my closet door each morning, please help me remember it’s a new day full of opportunities to let your light shine through me.

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