Maybe youâ€™re the religious type. Maybe youâ€™re not.
Either way, you should consider accepting a special commission: becoming an evangelist . . . for faith in humanity.
It is a faith preached not with words, but with deeds.
Every time as a restaurant customer you donâ€™t respond to a delay in getting your food by yelling at your server, but by saying, â€œHey, no worries, I can see youâ€™re short-staffed.â€ Every time as a restaurant manager you preemptively say, â€œIâ€™m sorry about this wait; Iâ€™ve comped your dessert.â€
Every time as an employee you give your boss two weeks notice before quitting, even though you don’t have to. Every time as a boss you show the kind of appreciation to your workers that makes it hard to quit.
Every time as a listener you donâ€™t use someoneâ€™s differing opinion as a reason to dismiss them entirely; every time as a speaker you acknowledge, â€œActually, I was wrong about that.â€
Every time you do the right thing, even when the person on the other side of the equation doesnâ€™t, simply because itâ€™s the right thing â€” you sow the seeds of this faith.
Sometimes these seeds fall on rocky ground, are unappreciated, and fail to take root.
Very often, however, they bear a vitally needed fruit, one which buoys peopleâ€™s optimism for the future, shores up their determination to continue on this sometimes frustrating sojourn, offers a salve to a recurrent wish to be airlifted off what can seem like such a dumb, dumb planet.
The word evangelist comes from the Greek for â€œbringer of good news.â€ Would that weâ€™d all adopt this calling, labor to restore the belief that there are still decent folks out there â€” spread the good word that thereâ€™s hope for us yet.