Sometimes Serving Jesus Stinks

I remember it like yesterday. One of the most profound, life-changing experiences of my life.

I was in my early 20’s and working two jobs. The flexible schedules were nice. My first job, managing a crisis pregnancy center, was my passion. The second job, working as an executive assistant, paid the bills.

On this memorable day I got a call from my second boss while I was at the Crisis Pregnancy Center. She asked if I could come to a last-minute event with a celebrity to mingle and represent the company. I gladly agreed, saying that I’d have to come straight from work with no change of clothes, so I might not look the most presentable.

Serving

That day was exhausting. It was busy. Clients in and out. Babies throwing up on me. Quick staff meeting where the conclusion was: Keep sharing the love of Jesus. One client, who lived on a park bench, broke down sobbing on my shoulder. She left her tears, and the smell of not having a shower, on me. As the day ended and I ran out the door to the celebrity event, I did my best to freshen up. But, there was no doubt about it. I was going to take the essence of the clinic with me. Continue Reading →