This morning, when I got to work, I opened the door to my walk-in freezer and found that one of the night crew guys had put their soda in there and spilled it all over the floor and left the frozen mess all over the place. I became very angry and yelled and cussed like some maniac or something. I asked the night manager if he knew anything about it and continued to act like a fool for a few more minutes. He understood my anger and found the person who made the mess and had him scrape it up. When I saw him cleaning the mess I apologized to him for losing my temper and helped him clean it up. I also apologized to another one of the night guys and explained that I very rarely talk like that. He said "It's no big deal, you're a Christian aren't you?" All I could say was "I'm trying." He shook my hand and said "that's cool."
I was so ashamed by the way I acted and I couldn't understand how he could even see that I'm a Christian. Then it dawned on me, it wasn't the asinine way I acted but the guilt that I had for acting like that and the need to immediately apologize for it that showed him that I'm a Christian. I'm not proud of my actions in any way but I am glad that through my failure Jesus was given praise.
I guess this proves once again that God can take something bad and use it for His glory.
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