The Joy of Stickers

I am waiting for the election official to know my line and say it with me, “I vote so I can have a sticker.” This year I was brazen enough to ask for two, knowing there was an outfit change later that day. I wanted to be able to wear it proudly throughout the day. It is a symbol of my participation.

Now, lest you think I’m waxing political here, I’m not. I’m just here to say “I like stickers.” Even as an adult I am fascinated by my own excitement over getting a sticker as a prize. (I need to let my dentist in on this secret.)

I discovered the pleasure of stickers most vividly while doing Weight Watchers. I hit the first weight loss goal of five percent and at the end of the meeting I not only got applause, but I got a sticker for my book. Then, they passed around a roll of stickers and you could take another if you exercised that week. Or, if you got in the right amount of fruits and veggies. This went on week after week. I own a booklet full of stickers, symbols of my participation in something I knew I could not do on my own. They are a comical collection of stars, teddy bears, and happy faces pointing to the fact that, step-by-step, I was learning how to be successful in the program right along with everyone else in the journey.

As followers of the Lord Jesus, I wonder about the symbols of participation we carry. If we claim our identity as a follower, or a servant of Jesus, then this means we care about the things that Jesus would care about. But, we can care at a distance. We can be moved to the core of our being by the plight of people around us, but do we participate in being the hands and feet of Jesus for them? Do we, by our actions, say to them, “God sees, God knows, and God cares”?

Participation is where rubber meets the road for those who follow Jesus. It is also where we are changed, where our hearts are trained, and our inward concern becomes outward reality for someone else. I think back to my friend, Cindy, who mirrored Jesus for me in her life and actions toward me as I was in deep hurt and desperate need. I think of the year she showed up with a Christmas tree cut from her property, the time she painted my dog hot pink to distract me from my troubles (topic for a future blog), and when she took me and my family into her home for three month. She didn’t do any of it for stickers; she did to serve the interests of Jesus. But, if I had my way, I’d buy her a gazillion stickers for her participation in bringing God’s kingdom to light in my life. She not only pointed me to Jesus, but she showed me what it looks like to be God’s person in action! May it be so in our lives!

Be blessed… and be a blessing to someone today!