A Ministry of Dripping Taps.

I don't often even mention I'm a Christian, which is not to say people don't know. They do. I just really dislike beating people over the head about it because I used to hate it so much when I wasn't a believer & apart from anything else, on the whole, I saw nothing in those Christians' lives that attracted me or made me want to believe. Nothing.

Too often it seems that is still the case. For me God is so deeply a part of my life, the source of my deepest joy, the safest place I know, that to be without Him is unthinkable. I try to live my life in such a way that Christ shines through & people are drawn to Christ in me. Now the funny part about this is I don't have to say a word. We have bibles & then some & usually several of them are littering the dashboard of the car because their owners are far to lazy to cart them inside. The car radio is tuned to the Christian radio station & one of the small ministries I like to perform is picking up our street kids & dropping them at their destination. They all know our little red God car & they also know if they stick out a thumb & I have room I will stop & give them a lift. It is never easy for most of them to get in. The bibles & the music make them curl up but even sharing a car with a religious nut is better than walking so in they hop. It is a quiet, gentle ministry with the inexorable pressure of a dripping tap, like Chinese water torture really. Eventually I expect results.