I have become all things to all people so that by all possible means I might save some. 1 Cor. 9:22
1 Cor. 9:19-23.
I am now to be called, “Lady Cy.” (That’s pronounced “sigh,” in case you were struggling.)
At least that’s what I’ve been told. I’m speaking at a ladies’ retreat in Midland this weekend. Since the Queen Mother and Princess of Uganda will be in attendance, the retreat coordinators have informed me that they’ve decided everyone should call me Lady Cy. It’s so me, don’t you think?
My guess is that my Midland friends are a bit worried that I can pull off the whole “speak to a foreign dignitary” thing, and by giving me a title, I’ll suddenly become more dignified. Maybe they’re worried I’ll show up in Nike shorts and a “Kenya Rules” hoodie, or that I might damage international relations with a misplaced joke. I don’t know why they would. I already edited out my “How many Ugandans does it take to screw in light bulb?” opener. The punchline is really funny, though.
Anyway, I’m not complaining. Lady Cy is already growing on me. It’s much better than “Ellen,” which is what they used to call me there in my shorter hairstyle days. Besides, who I am really isn’t the point, is it? My name doesn’t matter at all.
Only one thing counts – that the name of Jesus is proclaimed. That’s a reminder for me this weekend and every time I speak and write, and it’s a reminder for you as you go about doing whatever it is that you do. It doesn’t matter what your name is, where you’re from, what you’re wearing, or how many laughs you get. It doesn’t matter if people know your credentials, think you’re neato, or add you as a friend on facebook. They can call you Cindy, Ellen, Bob, or Matilda…just as long as you lead them to call on Jesus.
All things to all people, for one purpose – so that by all possible means, they will know Him.