Bec Oates | 98five blogger
I sat in the front. Yes, yes I did.
I sat in the front with the taxi driver today. I leapt into the front seat full of verve and bravado.
I’ve got this, I’m a social whiz, he will be so blessed by my presence, watch and learn peeps.
I clicked my seat belt in and gave him the quick side eye once over. Covert. Slick.
Recon complete, I quickly searched through my mental list of witty opening lines ready to slay him with my friendliness.
I searched…and searched.
My brain. Stopped. Working.
Not surprisingly, my lack of brain function did not impede my mouth function. My lips parted and spewed forth such horror I shall forever recoil at the memory of it.
“It hasn’t rained much today.”
My words fell into the atmosphere, reverberating off the array of dashboard devices creating a tunnel of banality neither of us could escape from.
What a winner.
The taxi driver replied with the tone normally reserved for the local checkout operator asking if I have a rewards card.
“No. it hasn’t.”
It has to be said that so far it wasn’t looking like I was going to have the chance to segue into the four spiritual laws before I arrived at my destination.
C’mon, Bec! You can do it.
I muster the courage for a second attempt.
“It didn’t rain yesterday much either.”
Mercifully I arrived at my destination moments later and alighted forthwith.
Light of the World, that’s me.
So…sometimes I’m a disco ball reflecting your light all bejazzled and jiggy with it, and sometimes I’m a bit more like those keyring lights you used to buy to see your keys in the dark even though the batteries ran out before you used it in situ but we don’t buy them anymore because we all use our phones lights now.
Today I was a keyring light on its last legs, blinking a couple of times, illuminating nothing.
But praise be, I ain’t the only light. (Good plan, God). So hopefully the next butt perched on that front seat was a freaking strobe light of missional success.
That’s my prayer anyways.
Bec is a strikingly ordinary individual and a faulty follower of Jesus. She is best known for awkward moments, inappropriate thoughts and Australian humour. Her blogs reflect her deep commitment to discovering God and her passion for the poor. Bec has a husband, four ankle biters and a dog that matches the cushions on her couch, because that’s important. (Note: Bec’s blogs are adult-focused and not meant for children) becoates.com | Follow Bec on Facebook| Instagram