I’m always hesitating unsure of the right words to say; ironically I often say too much. Too much incriminating evidence that I’m not quite as redeemed as I think I am. Too much gossip, too much complaining, too many things that leech the credibility from my “Christian” label. I’m not that happy-go-lucky Christian. There, I said it. At work, I am focused, serious, demanding. I hold myself to high standards, and I hold others to the same. I guess you could say I don’t have grace, but the line gets a little blurry when I am called to this work and to excellence at this work like it’s the very marrow in my bones. I worry that instead of being part of the great cloud of witnesses, I’m just clouding my own witness. And then one day as a colleague talks of hearing Bible stories as a child and listening to Christian radio now just out of curiosity, it strikes me that this is his testimony though he doesn’t know it yet. His God has been pursuing him all his life. And me, in all my failure and sin, can’t ruin what He is doing. So is there something particular I should say? Or should I just go on, sharing life in all its messiness, rebellion, and ultimately redemption.