Am I Credible?

Paul Borthwick writes: "Credibility provides the foundation for effective witness."  And the Bible frequently mentions it in the context of "shining one's light" (Matt. 5:14-16) and the importance of love for one another (John 13:34-35).  James says it most bluntly: "Faith without deeds is dead" (James 2:26).  I must admit that I struggle with making time to get involved in consistent local outreach.  I can manufacture excuses to drown out God's quiet voice that says "Do something."  "I'm tired" or "I do cross-cultural ministry" or "My schedule is too unpredictable."  I'm afraid God isn't convinced, nor is He pleased.  I have some abilities that could be very helpful to others, even if I'm not an expert at anything.  I can do basic carpentry, wiring, a little plumbing, and some computer-work.  I can do grunt work, serve food, and run errands.  I can listen to those who just want to talk, or read with a child who needs a coach.  I have a feeling that I'm already equipped for most things people need.  So my goal this fall is to get involved, to make a difference however small. 

If I fail to do these things -- to shine Christ's light, to show his love in action -- then where is my credibility?  Where is my faith if it's not expressed in deeds?  Is it there at all?

Thank God for the TSA

I don't like being frisked.  I don't like being pulled aside and made to feel like a member of a sleeper cell.  I don't like strange, Star Trek-like scanners.  Last weekend as I traveled home from Albuquerque, I experienced all three of these inconveniences when going through security.  It seems that something on my hands set off their chemical weapons sensor, and so further inspection was in order.  I'd heard horror stories of what happens in the "little room," and as I approached it with two (thankfully) male guards, I didn't know what to expect. 

Well, it wasn't so terrible.  The inspector ("frisker?") told me exactly what he was going to do (and where), and was quite respectful.  I didn't have to remove any clothing (other than my belt and shoes, which I'd already removed), and it over in just a few minutes.  They even explained to me that hand soap (which contains glycerin) is probably what set off the chemical sensor.

The TSA is much-maligned, but I for one thank them for their service.  In the event that a terrorist does try to sneak through, there is a much better chance to stop him because of the TSA.  No, I'll never enjoy being searched, but I'm glad there's scrutiny.