If you come over to my house, it is very likely that you will go home with these two bottles of hot sauce.
The arbol sauce (on the left) is something my friend Tammy introduced me to. If you put this stuff on your turkey sandwich, it will change your life. Arbol mayonaise is the most amazing stuff. Once I was hooked, I began looking for other places to use the arbol sauce and found many, two of my favorites are in soup, and in gravy.
The chipotle sauce on the right is a little sweeter and not as spicy as the arbol, but is incredible on hamburgers and meatloaf.
I buy these sauces by the case and eagerly hand out bottles to anyone who comes over to my house.
So why am I so eager to share my discoveries in the world of hot sauce with anyone who walks in my front door, and yet I am strangely silent of the subject of Jesus Christ, who is way better than hot sauce?
Well, I am very sure that my friends who I give hot sauce to will be happy. I know the hot sauce is good.
In the same way, maybe, I also know that any attempt to "give them Jesus" is not going to be good, unless something happens to them similar to what happened to me, when I somehow switched from skeptic to believer. I completely have the ability help someone who loves spicy food enjoy their meals. I have no way to help those people who think "hot" is something to be avoided.
Here are two lessons to learn from the hot sauce story:
- I am a slime because I have the faith to share my love of hot sauce, but not the faith to share my love of Jesus. Maybe I don't even love Jesus as much as I love hot sauce.
- Maybe I am actually doing the right thing, and instead of being fearful and timid, I am being wise.
The only thing that works for me is to let both of these be true. Anything else is really uncomfortable and wrong-feeling.