I usually avoid going into the supermarket in my scrubs because inevitably some stranger will ask me to look at their rash. How do they know I'm a nurse? It's the uniform. Navy blue scrubs anywhere near our hospital flags you as an RN or LPN, right? What would happen if we put people from 100 different careers into a room, asked them to put on what they wear to work everyday, and then tried to guess their occupation? I think you'd identify quite a few.
Now, let's put a bunch
of random people in a room and ask you to find the followers of Christ. No Bibles in hand, no bumper stickers or lapel pins allowed. Hmmmm. Take a minute to look around the room. It's much harder, isn't it? Ouch.
We used to sing a song years ago "...they'll know we are Christians by our love". I have talked to several people lately who won't walk in a church door because they feel judged, condemned, or rejected when they do. Wake up, Church. Wake. Up. "They'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love. Yes they'll know we are Christians by our love." (Song by Fr. Peter Scholtes, 1966)
