They may be a complete strangers to you, but you may not be to them.
A few weeks ago our Family Pastor and I were at Ontario Airport. We were headed from California to Colorado to interview someone for a spot that’s open at our church.
As we finished going through security (which is about as much fun as when the dentist accidentally cuts into your gums while trying to clean your teeth, making his instrument feel like the white-hot blade of a 19th century Samurai from Feudal Japan) a man walked up to us and asked if we worked at High Desert Church. We told him we did.
He went on to explain how he thought we looked familiar, that he knew our Senior Pastor, and had been attending our church for years. We chatted for a few minutes, then left to catch our flight. It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time.
Or so we thought.
The next day we were at our hotel in Colorado, having breakfast, and getting ready to head to the airport to board our flight back to California. As one of the kitchen staff was taking our plates he asked us if we worked at High Desert Church. We told him we did.
He went on to explain how he thought we looked familiar. It turns out he had moved to Colorado not long ago from the High Desert and was looking for a new church. We talked for a little bit, gave him our contact info, and told him we would try to help him find a new church.
Ever since these two encounters I’ve been thinking how small the world has become. How what we do at home people hundreds, even thousands of miles away can know about. Just because we don’t know someone doesn’t mean they don’t know us.
It’s a good reminder to keep us in check. Not in a “Big Brother is Watching” kind of way, but more in a “My ‘secrets’ may not be so secret” kind of way. I should probably be more thoughtful about my words and actions. I know this is true of me. And I think it’s probably true of you from time to time too.
Have you ever bumped into someone who knew you but you had no idea who they were? Did you come clean or did you try to fake it? What happened afterwards?