The other day, I was at Lowe's throwing my money away on, Ooops! I mean buying, a few Little flowers for my dead garden. I was wearing a tiny gold cross that I usually wear when I'm not wearing "fashion" jewelry.
The clerk and I were making small talk, when all of a sudden she asked, "That's a pretty cross. What does it mean to you?"
No one had ever asked me that question. So many things went through my mind that I wanted to say. "It's an outward reflection of my faith." "It's a reminder of what He gave up for me." "It's a symbol of His strength." There were lots of things I should have/could have said. I wanted to get it all out in one simple but powerful statement. But all that came out was, "He is my savior" but it almost sounded like a question. She just nodded and smiled, gave me my receipt and told me to have a great day. I said, "Thanks. You too, and God bless." And that was it.
In a way I felt good that my little cross had attracted some attention in a place that used to sell "holiday" trees. In a way, I felt terrible that I didn't have the answer I would have liked to give.
What does it mean to you?