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Food for Thought

Yesterday, a sermon led me to think if I had less than a minute to tell someone all they needed to know about Christ what would I say?

Later, someone else challenged me to be who I am because that’s what God needs.

In my Bible study this morning the first scripture used was Ephesians 2:10, “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.”

One of the first assignments my boss gave me today was to prepare a short bio mostly about my work history and a little about me personally to send to our department’s new vice president.

So…how would I briefly describe Jesus to someone? Am I being myself and doing what God needs me to do? Who am I as a child of Christ? How would I describe myself to someone I barely know? I am going to have to think on this over my lunch break...

Maybe some of you already have answers to these questions… Please leave them in the comments section below.

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