Christ Alive! | Christian Testimonies, Stories and Reflections

The kingdom of God is breaking out right in our midst, in our workplaces. You won’t hear about it on the evening network news. You won’t read about it in your local newspaper. But you will hear about it from members of Christians in Commerce. Here are just a few of the stories from the front lines of the workplace.

Christians in Commerce members share their workplace stories, reflections and testimonies of being Christ in the Workplace. Select a category to display abstracts from our ChristAlive Archives.

God did not force himself or his will on Mary, the person he chose to be the mother of his son. However holy and righteous Mary may have been, it was still within her power to decline the role God had planned for her. He gave her freedom to reject his invitation to be the means of bringing salvation to a fallen world...
I thought, “What would I have done if I had been invited to follow a star?” You see, lately I had been very busy with the particular work I was doing that winter. I was getting up earlier and arriving home later than normal. I was usually tired. I was trying to get a good night’s sleep, but finding that my prayer time was suffering.
Where was this Jesus? People around me were talking about their intimate relationship with him and how wonderful it was to have a friend in Jesus. What was missing for me? I seemed to be making all the right moves, but without the results I was looking for. Could I not “see the forest for the trees”, or was my visibility impaired by denial?
Each day I wake up in the morning and pray that I will be my best self; a noble mission for the day, if I allow myself to be the very best self in God’s eyes and not my own. In my world, being my best self is never good enough because it’s often all about me – my growth, my achievements, my goals, my accomplishments, my development, my objectives, my, my, my, my...
Growing up, my family struggled with the demons of alcoholism. We looked happy and well adjusted from the outside, but the disease ravaged our household for years, causing anger and abuse to fill our lives. I grew up feeling abandoned, resentful, and ashamed. When I married and began my own family, I found old habits resurfacing in my life as I struggled to find joy and allow others to love and care for me.
Don’t we often allow ourselves to feel sentenced by the judgments of our peers? We have given such authority to this judge that we have created in our own minds that we restrain our joy out of fear. Often we impose a limit on indignation at the ways others disrespect our Lord for fear of offending someone. This self-imposed prison of fear has a warden and his name is Satan. He seeks to steal our joy, kill our freedom, and destroy our very souls
The good news was not just for the shepherds or the Jews, but for all people. “All people” included the unbelieving and pagan world of the Roman and Greek cultures at the time. It included people who later became Muslim, Buddhist and Hindu. It includes the atheists of our day. Whether they know it or not, Jesus is everyone’s savior.
The time for the retreat weekend finally arrived. It just so happened that I was in charge of making the sleeping arrangements. I decided to distance myself from wherever the homeless man would be staying by purposely saving the last room for myself. With everyone assigned to a room, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, just as I was leaving the registration area, he showed up. The only place left for him to sleep was in my cabin...
My life is filled with some anxiousness but mostly excited anticipation as I search out where the Lord will have me work. I have heard more stories of men and women searching for work than I can ever remember since graduating from college 40 years ago. It may be that I am hearing more stories since this is the longest I have been out of work myself since college.
“My relationship with her is changed forever. I am so pumped. I really needed this today!” Gretchen, our rating and billing coordinator, tends to talk in superlatives, but I could tell she was more excited than normal. She had just discovered that Valerie, one of her regular customer contacts, was a Christian and had a miraculous story to tell.

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