The grocery store clerk leaned forward, voice lowered, eyes narrowed. "Is it . . . religious?" she asked when I answered her query of how many children I had (six).
This was my Big Chance to evangelize, to speak of the beauty of the Catholic Church's teachings on marriage and family. I had to be short, sweet, smart. If I said Yes, she'd think we had a large family because we had to. No wasn't exactly right, either. How to answer? And quickly. . .
"Yes, and we LOVE it!" I sang out with a smile, hoping it was Good Enough.
She jerked back, eyes widened now. "Oh. Well THAT'S good."
I pushed my luck while punching PIN numbers as slowly as I dared and continued : "We converted to the Catholic Church a few years ago. Best decision we ever made."
Her eyes widened even further as she gasped, "People become Catholic on purpose?"
I grinned again, nodding, pushed my luck yet again and suggested she check out the Catechism of the Catholic Church instead of things written about the Church. Her face back to normal, she looked thoughtful and smiled pleasantly. "No kidding," she murmured.
I stuffed my receipt into my purse and proceeded to navigate the full cart whose edges were covered with hanging monkey children out of line. "See you around!" I tossed over my shoulder. Ours is a small town ; I hope I will.
My word-perfect, KJV past came to me while driving home :
"A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a picture of silver." Proverbs 25:11
Yes, Lord, may my words be apples of gold. Amen.