Some time ago I found myself sitting in a church service. I am not a “regular” attendee of this church, only an infrequent visitor. During the worship portion of the service they engage in what is called the meet-and-greet. The meet-and-greet is the part where you are obligated to turn and shake hands with strangers seated around you in an attempt to remedy the discomfort of unfamiliarity. Moments like these have always seemed a bit strange to me but this Sunday morning was especially interesting. As I turned around to find someone to “meet”, I caught the eyes of a young woman. I decided to forge past the awkwardness of the moment and to try to actually “greet” her. As I extended my hand, and before I had the chance to say anything, the young woman blurted out, “Are you a surfer?”
My first thought was, Huh?
My second thought was, maybe this was all a part of the meet-and-greet game—kind of like 20 questions, only with way fewer questions.
My third thought was, maybe I appear to her like someone who enjoys certain water sports.
My fourth thought was, “name’s Glen, how you doin’ today?”
My last thought was, I don't really know what people see when they look at me, but I sure would like to appear more like Jesus. And that's the gnarly truth, dude.
