Margaritas, Anyone?

I've been keeping an eye out for a part-time job to supplement my income, surfing through craigslist and the newspaper from time to time. One that caught my eye this week was an ad for a part-time delivery person in our area. The pay and the hours were agreeable, and the business owner seemed intent on finding someone who would "represent my company well," although what, exactly, his company was, or what I would be delivering was not clear. What the heck--I thought I'd give it a shot. I replied with my best pitch about being a reliable driver and that I would represent his company with professionalism and integrity. I received the following in reply:

Let me tell you alittle about this job and then let me know if it is something you would be interested in. I rent margarita machines to private parties and company events that are mainly rented on weekends.... It's really easy and for the most part really fun if you like dealing with people and a party atmosphere. It's kinda like being the flower delivery guy everyone is always happy to see you.

I laughed out loud. I started imagining myself driving around League City with a truckload of margarita machines every Saturday. Maybe I could hand out Springs invitation cards at my deliveries! What would it be like if I made a delivery and it turned out to be people from the church? The more I thought about it, the more my thoughts turned from "fun to think about but could never happen" to "dang, I wish I could do this." Did I think renting a margarita machine was inherently sinful? -no. In fact, I've been to some parties that desperately needed one. Part of me would enjoy the job--"everyone is always happy to see you." Part of me needs the work. Part of me likes the opportunity to rattle people's cages about what it truly means to be godly, or the ridiculous ideas we have about the clergy as a separate, spiritual class in society. But all those parts lost to the part that wants people to come to Jesus more than I want to rock the boat. If I thought I could rock the boat and help people come to Jesus, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I'm afraid passing out margaritas isn't going to do it.

At some point, somewhere, there's going to be a party with a margarita machine. At this same party, someone is going to invite someone else to a Springs gathering or a table group, or give them an invitation card to the Springs. I may or may not be there when it happens, but I will applaud.

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I realize I may have opened up a can of worms (or two or three) with this post. This is a great time to ask me questions, challenge my assumptions, or express whatever thoughts or feelings you have about this topic.