My Buddhist Boss

I've been working quite a bit at Starbucks these last few weeks. Some days I like it, some days I don't. Today one of the other baristas asked me when I had gone to Germany (some German girls had come in so I had talked about Germany with them) and then asked me what other countries I'd been to. I kinda felt embarassed (and also remember how amazingly blessed I am) and towards the end of the list I said "Nepal."

I've been thinking about Nepal a lot lately. I think about Nepal a lot all the time it seems, but especially this summer since Taylor and Dawnette and Scotty are there. But when I said Nepal, my boss, John, the store manager, got so excited. John had told me when I interviewed that he was Buddhist and he didn't say much, and the store was pretty busy, but he mentioned how he would love to go there, visit Tibet and the places of Buddhism and speak with monks and the Dalhi Lama.

I found myself quite sad. I wanted to sit down and talk with him for hours about what I experienced in Nepal and why I choose to follow Christ. I would be so scared, and part of my sadness came from knowing that I never feel like I have enough answers for a good apologetics discussion. I know it's not about answers and questions and finding contradictions and reasons, but it just helps in my mind. I find myself wanting to talk to him about Buddhism and why that is the religion he chooses, but I haven't yet. Perhaps over time. Perhaps we will have good and challenging discussiong (for both of us) and come to a greater understanding of our own and the other's religion. Perphaps God will use me. Perhaps I will run away and simply move to Nepal, open a Starbucks, and wait for all of the people that may come my way.