An Ambassador of Christ
by Tonie Koonce W
{How I have learned you don’t get to go to
Costco for yourself--or
Target, Walmart, church, vacation, anywhere
without putting Jesus
first.}
I was ready with my list for my bi-
month trip to Costco.
Those special choice goodies our family loves
and all of those
“stock up your shelves” household items were
organized on my list.
The parking lot would be traversed, the crowed
isles navigated, and
the checkout lines conquered. Soon my entire
shopping cart would be
neatly loaded into my car. Oh yay! Mission
accomplished!
But wait. I forgot something. I knew I
should do it. Whether
it’s shopping, fixing dinner, or whatever-- God
has taught me an
important lesson (more than once and sometimes
the hard way.) I need
to pray. For every big or small act in my life,
I need to ask for
the Holy Spirit’s help. Why is that you might
ask? Because as
Proverbs 11:2 says: “When pride comes, then
comes shame; But with
the humble is wisdom.” My experience is if I
don’t think I need to
ask for God’s help to do everything; I will be
humbled for lack of
wisdom to do anything the way He wants.”
Because as my Pastor JO at the Heart of
the City Church
preached: “You no longer belong to yourself if
you are a Christian.
That’s the deal. Jesus Christ died and gave you
life in Him. Now
your life belongs to Him, as your Lord &
Savior. All the time, in
every way, you are on this earth to be His
Ambassador and do God’s
will and purpose.” Period. “Now then, we are
ambassadors for Christ,
as though God were pleading through us: we
implore you on Christ’s
behalf, be reconciled to God.” (II Corinthians
5:20.) A very
important fact to remember, no mater what we
are doing.
But, honestly, sometimes I forget to
pray. I falsely think
it’s all about me. My list. My schedule. My
plans and
accomplishments for the day. I believe that I
am in control as the
poem “Invitctus” by William Ernest Henley
proclaims: “I thank
whatever gods may be. For my unconquerable
soul…I am the master of
my fate. I am the captain of my soul.” Ha! Then
God steps into my
little self-absorbed world, with His still,
quiet voice and says:
“No! No, Tonie, you are missing the mark here.
Be careful.”
Yet, I occasionally ignore the Holy
Spirit’s voice because I
am preoccupied or just disobedient. For a
Christian this is never a
smart decision. And as I mentioned, sometimes
my actions could be
described by the lyrics of DC Talk’s song:
“(Some people have to
learn,) The Hard Way.” The result is not always
a pleasant
experience, I might add.
One time, my daughter’s friends asked
me what my most
common, personal experience was with God. I
didn’t have to think
about my answer. I have learned from experience
if I do not put God
first, He will humble me. He is faithful to do
this because He loves
me. Not always fun; but a relief that He loves
me so much that He
cares about everything I do.
So, this is what happened on my recent
Costco shopping
venture. It started out pretty normal. I
approached my goal with
determination. Get in, get my stuff and get
out. Quickly, because I
had other places to go and things to do. Right?
Right. You might
have had this mindset yourself, a time or two.
And to be fair, the whole experience
just snuck up on me.
(In truth, it’s called “not walking in the
spirit; allowing your
flesh to rule.”) That was easy to see with 20-
20 hindsight.
The first thing I did was cut in front
of a gentlemen in a
wheel chair to grab the last offered sample of
a chocolate almond
cluster. He never knew had happened. And I am
ashamed to say it got
worse. Much
worse.
For a moment, I noticed my husband
looking at me strangely.
But I would not be deterred from my self-
imposed agenda. I was in
too much of a hurry to worry about anything. My
next tactile
maneuver was to cut in in front of two grade-
schoolers and grab
three different samples of granola bars. (Hey,
I was hungry, too.)
Next, I slyly shoved my cart in front
of a mother with a
baby in her car, holding onto a preschooler. My
eyes were on the
delicious ice cream bar samples and I could not
be deterred. I
vaguely remember glancing at my husband, again,
as he shot me
another look of disapproval. “What is his
problem,” I wondered to
myself. I am shopping!”
Then everything focused into a bright,
crystal clear streak
of light leading to the adjacent sampling
station. Charging forward
with my cart in high gear, I raced over to see
my all-time favorite
Costco item. “Raspberry Chipotle Sauce.” I love
it so much. But
Costco only has it during special seasons.
Crunchy sesame-seed
crackers topped with herbed cream cheese and
the Raspberry Chipotle
Sauce mesmerized me. I was entirely captivated
by the vision when I
accidently ran my cart into the back of an
older lady’s heel. No
matter. I was on my way to one of the most
delicious gourmet
delicacies in my life. Nothing else mattered at
this point.
I got in line. Thoroughly enjoying my
sample as I crammed it
into my mouth. Stuffing a second sample into my
mouth, I began to
explain all of my favorite uses for “Raspberry
Chipotle Sauce” to
the product demonstrator. “It’s perfect for
grilling vegetable or
appetizers with melted swiss cheese and
toasted, buttery walnuts on
rosemary flatbread basted with olive oil,” I
told the trapped
server, as others waited behind me in the line.
Starting to share my secret recipe for
Raspberry Topped
Cheesecake made with the sauce and fresh
raspberries; I suddenly felt someone tap me on
the shoulder.
I was annoyed, “What could this guy
possible want to tell me
about my beloved ‘Raspberry Chipotle Sauce”?
Doesn’t he know that I
am very busy and do not want to talk to him
now,” I lamented to
myself. Because I can only hear out of my right
ear, I was also very
irritated to have to turn away from the
demonstration cart and face
him, so I could hear what he was trying to tell
me. “Yes,” I said,
tersely, “Can I help you?” (OK. I confess I was
rude)
“You, ah, ah, you have something
hanging out of the back of
your pants,” the brave man whispered into my
ear. He really looked
embarrassed. Then I realized that I vaguely
recognized him as being
someone who attended my church. (I do not think
he knew who I was,
however. Praise the Lord!)
Next, I did what anyone who was not
thinking about their
actions would do. I pretended to ignore him. He
did not give up.
“What is his problem? Can’t he see that I don’t
want to bothered,” I
thought as he tapped me on my shoulder a second
time.
“Listen, lady you have something white
hanging over the
waist band in the back of your pants,” he
leaned in to tell me, as I
turned all the way around to hear him, again.
My face turned a vivid
shade of red. Now I was angry! Stiffly, without
looking at him, I
put two bottles of the sauce into my cart and
stomped off to the
restroom.
When I looked into the mirror at the
back of my pants, I saw
the white flag of glory disguised as a very
long trail of toilet
paper hanging down for all the world to see.
Well, you can only
imagine how mortified I felt. “Slinking quietly
into a stall, I
heard that familiar, still quiet voice say,
“Tonie, what are you
doing?”
Good Question, I told myself as I began
to try and think
rationally about my actions. “Oh, Lord,” I
cried out in my throne
room of prayer, “Help me!” Immediately, I
recalled how I had sped
through Costco for the last hour by pushing
everyone out of my way.
I felt convicted. And very repentant.
Seriously, what in the world
had I been doing? It’s like I had temporarily
forgotten that I had
been a Christian for the last 39 years. It was
then that I
remembered, Jesus is always faithful to humble
me because: “He will
perfect that which concerns me.” (verse) Just
like I told my
daughters’ friends. Thank goodness.
A song came to mind I used to sing a
long time ago titled:
“We Are One In the Spirit.” Part of the lyrics
are: “We are one in
the Spirit, We are one in the Lord, We are one
in the Spirit, We are
one in the Lord. And we pray that all unity may
one day be restored.
And we pray that all unity may one day be
restored. And they will
know we are Christians by our love. By our
love. Yes, they’ll know
we are Christians by our love. By our Love.” I
doubt if anyone in
Costco knew I was a Christian on that day in
Costco.
I prayed for forgiveness from the Lord.
For all the people I
had treated so terribly. For not praying for
the Holy Spirit to let
Jesus’ love shine through me. I know in my
heart that “it is not
longer I that live, but Christ that lives
within me.” (verse) But I
need to be reminded.
I don’t have a choice to act the way I
want. Because my life
no longer belongs to me; I became Jesus’ when
He died on the cross
and paid the price for my sins as my Lord and
Savior. Note to self:
“Watch and pray, Tonie.” (verse) Or as my
daughter says, “How
quickly the mighty can fall.” Hummmm?
Yes, I am an “Ambassador for Christ,”
(scripture verse)
wherever, I go, and I pray in the future I will
always remember that
and strive to glorify the Lord in my earthly
body. He is Lord of All
(scripture). And praise the Lord for redeemed
shopping.
I know in my heart that “it is no
longer I that lives, but
Christ that lives within me.” But I need to be
reminded. I don’t
have a choice to act the way I want. Because my
life no longer
belongs to me; I became all Jesus’ when He died
upon the cross and
paid the price for my sins as my Lord and
Savior.
Note to self: watch and pray, Tonie.
Consciously walk in the
sprit and you will not fulfill the lusts of the
flesh. I am an
Ambassador for Christ, scripture wherever I go.
I pray that I will
always remember that and gloriy Christ in this
earthly body. He
deserves to everything from me. He is Lord of
All, my Lord and
Savior.
And praise the Lord for redeemed second
chances and Christ-
centered shopping trips to Costco (or
anywhere.) And frankly, I
don’t want to be humbled again, the way I was
in my single-minded
pursuit of Raspberry Chipotle Sauce. I am
pretty sure God has a
sense of humor and love in dealing with me. But
I hope that I really
learned the lesson about walking in the Sprit
and not fulfilling the
lusts of the flesh (i.e. crazy shopping
mentalte.) It was, uh, let’s
just say, an unforgettable shopping experience.
Thank you, Jesus.
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