Why I Must Be a Chameleon

Note: my apologies; I have been out of pocket for a few weeks. Our ministerial group had our annual conference last week. I serve on the board as the secretary/treasurer so I was very busy and unable to keep up with this blog.

To the weak became I as weak, that I might gain the weak: I am made all things to all men, that I might by all means save some. 1 Cor. 9:22

This was a revelation to me as I enjoyed the company of the ministers who assembled at the conference. I LOVED meeting the spouses of men who I have worked with for a few years. I enjoyed visiting with the missionaries I have watched the Lord bless.

I moved from conversation to conversation with excitement. Each group had so much to share and I wanted to hear all of it.

The last conversation I had in the lobby of the hotel concerned me. A couple of my friends were lamenting that the association is getting so big now that cliques are forming. I was confused. I did not see the same thing happening because I honestly feel at home with anyone.

So instead of trying to repent of my chameleon nature it must be a true gift from God as I flit from person to person trying to touch each one in a way that will make a difference for the Kingdom of God.

I tried on a lot of peoples' shoes last week.