The Observer

She sat in DFW airport, in Terminal A, having a good view of the flow of people coming by. She wrote quickly, making sketches (in prose) of the people passing. As I watched her hard at work at her writing, I thought of the amazing spectacle that passes us all each day.

And I remembered the Nashville airport. On the other side of a large planter, about 4 feet high, a man stood up from his chair, showing a big western hat and a fine leather jacket. Then another man, then another. BIG men, powerfully built.

First thought: well-dressed linemen from a football team. Then they moved past the planter box. Second thought: completing the outfit with spandex tights that went down into boots was not a football kind of style.

Pro wrestlers. Traveling somewhere. Flamboyant. Transparently themselves.

We're all transparently ourselves, every day.

Seize the day, be conscious of it, and make it a day for Jesus. Folks who see you will know who you belong to, so celebrate it clearly!

and always BCurious!