Last year around this time I was asked to have a phone call regarding a comment I made to a same sex “married” woman who was part of my larger team in the “clean beauty” company I was with. I was open to the phone call because I knew I had to speak the truth to the man who would be calling me. I knew just what they would be coming at me with and although I was nervous the following scripture was my comfort and guide.

“…You will be handed over to the local councils and flogged in the synagogues. On account of me you will stand before governors and kings as witnesses to them. And the gospel must first be preached to all nations. Whenever you are arrested and brought to trial, do not worry beforehand about what to say. Just say whatever is given you at the time, for it is not you speaking, but the Holy Spirit.” -Mark 13:9-11

Before I go further, you must know that I am as weak as they come. I care way too much what people think and I don’t do well with public speaking. It’s hard to share the truth without intense passion coming through or letting my emotions take over. I’m not well spoken nor have some big degree. Sometimes too much truth spills out of me because I can’t hold it in. I truly an a weakling. So I knew more than anything I needed the Holy Spirit to speak through me.

And as weak as I am, God continually brings me into these types of situations. As I spoke with the man, I knew right away what God was doing. It wasn’t about this company or defending what I said. He wanted me to speak to the heart of this man who was likely struggling with same sex attraction himself. Though completely imperfect, God used me to love this man and speak the true Gospel to him. Not the watered down “nice Jesus” one, but the truthful yet merciful, one.

Half way through the call I felt the man’s disposition change. I told him I loved him and he fell silent. He went from making strong claims of harassment regarding my comment, to now understanding my position. I still wasn’t budging on his offer of “don’t share your faith again or you will be terminated” because sorry, Jesus is my boss. But in a weird way we understood each other. I could feel his brokenness through the phone and wanted to just keep telling him how loved he was. Maybe it was weird. But I certainly don’t regret it.

In this life God will ask us to do hard things and put our reputation on the line, over and over. It’s not easy, but that’s what you do for those you love. Jesus I Trust in You.