Consistent

I'm ridiculously tired, but this thought won't let me go to bed until I scratch it down:
*My life is the only norm I have ever known. And it's a brilliantly wonderful norm. Sometimes God even lets me realize it.
*Other people have hellish norms. But often they don't see it because it's their norm.
*I can see that their lives are different from mine.
*But there is a disconnect when I think about the reverse. I expect to need to explain how my life is different from theirs. As if they wouldn't be able to see the difference for themselves. "How could they?" I reason, "This is just normal. Nothing special, nothing noticeable."
*This makes my approach to "evangelism" much more labor-intensive.
*Last night at Pray Lewis County the Lord cut right through all that.
"They can see the difference. Just like you can."
Well.
This makes my approach to "evangelism" much easier.
Okay, "easier" might be too strong a word.
What it means is my one and only job is to be consistent. Consistent in who I am, consistent in my integrity, consistent in righteousness, consistent in moving further up and further in with the Lord. The difference, He tells me, will be noticeable. Follow Him, and let the chips fall where He puts them. After all, we may well be the only example of Truly Normal the world will ever see.
Sounds as if I live like Jesus I won't have too much 'splainin' to do.