Lip Gloss and Jesus

Several weeks ago, I wrote a post here about my new involvement with selling Arbonne and what is was teaching me about evangelism. As I talked with people, the ideas seemed to resonate, so I went ahead and wrote a full-length article for boundless.org. Here's an excerpt:

I couldn't believe what I'd just agreed to. I don't know if was a side-effect of the peppermint mocha I was drinking or the giddiness of spending a day with my sisters or a combination of both. But in a moment of solidarity, I had agreed to join my sisters in a business venture: selling our favorite skin care and beauty products.

I was home for Thanksgiving break when we began discussing our dreams and goals for the future. And before I knew it, we were making a plan to make a splash in the beauty biz.

A few days later, I sat in front of my computer, composing an e-mail to inform my friends of my newfound passion for cosmetics. I willed away the images of ladies driving pink cars (even though that wasn't the company I was representing), as I wrote and rewrote my "happy" news.

Honestly, I felt like I was writing a confession:

Dear (former) friends. I am writing to inform you that I have joined a network marketing company. I realize that this decision may cause you to terminate our friendship. I apologize for the inconvenience.

Of course, that's not what I wrote. But it was with trepidation that I sent out the announcement. I felt awkward. After all, sales, network marketing and the beauty product industry had up until this point been foreign territory for me. As much as I loved the products I was representing, I had my own negative stereotypes of this kind of company and I felt certain many of my friends felt the same way.

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