I was what they called, “on fire for the Lord”. Witnessing left and right to all but inanimate objects about the goodness of Jesus who is the Christ. No longer considered by onlookers as a “Babe in Christ”; I facetiously, may have been viewed as perhaps a 5th grader in the things of God at that time. Eh…I on the other hand didn’t see it that way. I like to think there’s a reason we’re never called adults in the Bible but always referred to as sheep and children.
Remaining transparent about my human frailty made me approachable and relatable to all. It was not unusual for coworkers to reach out to me for advice. It was God’s love for all through me that empowered those I came in contact with, to be wholly themselves in my presence. I would never initiate conversations about faith at work. My mother always taught me business was business.