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Our youngest daughter worked her way through college and during the summers  she was employed by a retailer in the mountains of Sedona.  She was an English major and joked often about “words” being her tools!  She is a good writer and speaker and has a charismatic personality, so selling was a natural for her.  I’ll be honest with you.  I was eager for those late night visits with her after a full day at the store because she articulated interesting stories about people she met who traveled to Sedona from every state in the union as well as other countries.  She made it very clear that her duties were more than ringing up purchases and maintaining inventory. She told me that she was an ambassador for Sedona!  She was the one to ask where the best meal could be found in the city, and she knew the best trail to hike.  She steered many a tourist in the right direction.

We are therefore Christ's ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ's behalf: Be reconciled to God.
2 Cor 5:20

The Bible calls us ambassadors too.  The definition of an ambassador is “a person who acts as a representative or promoter of a specified activity.”

Rarely do I meet a person who was a Christ follower from birth.  Usually we have to live through some things and feel some pain and realize that a savior is a very good idea, indeed!  Those of us who remember the darkness of sin and the culture of this world can speak of how refreshing it is to find the truth and surrender to Jesus Christ. I’m not talking about religion.  I’m talking about knowing a personal savior and that is the good news.  It makes us ambassadors!  He has given us the tools we need to steer others in the right direction!

This post connects to: Tell Me A Story and The Beauty In His Grip

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  1. Great post...direct to the point, you know in WHOM you have believed Denise and have courage to share it. amen sister, amen

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  2. Thank you for sharing at Tell me a True Story. Your daughter is a jewel and an Ambassador for Sedona. Our youth group at the church where I grew up was called Christ Ambassadors. It is good to reflect Jesus and be an ambassador for Him. As you say not religion but to have and enjoy a personal relationship with our Savior and Lord.

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  3. A worthy post. Thank you for sharing. Blessings.

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  4. I love how you bring to life what an Ambassador for our Lord is! This was a great post!

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  5. Yes and Amen! Representative/promoter....that's our divine assignment 24/7. And He gives us the courage and wisdom and a word in season for those who are bound and captive! Glory to God!

    Great post, Mary...thanks for sharing!

    HE IS FAITHFUL!

    Hugs!
    Jackie

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  6. I was just thinking of writing you to ask, "How is Carrie?"! Yours sounds like such a precious relationship, Mary.

    This share is a wonderful message.

    Hugs,
    Myra

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  7. Hmmpp...That's me sister Mary....I didn't even want to say anything...Because you said it so well! God bless and protect you...

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  8. He has given us good tools, may we use them well.

    Blessings to you.

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  9. Great message...I love that I've become a tool inHis hands to show the amazing hope that anyone can find in Him...Wishong you a beautiful day.

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  10. I love the way the Lord uses everything in our lives as a springboard for sharing Him with others. Our successes are testimonies to His blessing & care. Our failures are testimonies to His power to change or redeem.

    Ministry happens one person at a time. Sedona's a great place for that to happen!

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  11. Hi Mary -

    It was a delight to read this rich piece.

    Thank you for sharing how important it is to be ambassadors for our Lord.

    Yes, vitally important...!

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