Going Back to the Store

Being as tightly quarantined as we are here in our Residential Living apartment at the home, I try not to leave campus more than once a week...and I've been successful until this week.

I have a condition in my left eye, no doubt someday to be in both eyes, called Pseudo Exfoliation. Mom and an aunt had it. Both, eventually had surgery. I have a very good optometrist who does very thorough health screenings on my eyes. She sees me for a check up every six months.

So, I had an appointment with her on Thursday and planned to drive ten more miles and go to Weaver's Market in Adamstown to pick up two payroll checks and do some shopping.

I didn't figure on getting drops in my eyes for this appointment, but I did, so I had to drive home after the eye doctor.

I did my grocery shopping and picked up my checks the next day, yesterday.

I have to say that, when I walked into the store, I felt like a returning war hero. My shopping took double the time it might have because coworkers accosted me to greet me and ask about Evie and me.

It was a nice feeling.

I do keep in touch with some of them through texts and emails and Facebook. But, not all...in all departments.

Looking back, I invested a lot of energy in defining myself as an ambassador of the Kingdom of God and I was never sure if it made a difference, but, clearly, it did.

I see the salt and light thing being a very real thing. And, I just wish that the holders of institutional authority in the CGGC would actually do something about discipling our people into the ambassador role.

As is so often the case, this is something they talk. But, like so much of their talk, it's something they don't walk.

Hebrews says that the purpose of disciples gathering is to spur each other...to provoke each other...to love and good works.

If we'd only do that...