Each person we see, day by day, represents a soul that will spend all of eternity in Heaven or Hell; and I have grown way too comfortable putting my head down, “minding my own business,” and thinking it is someone else’s job to reach that particular soul with the saving Gospel of Jesus Christ.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the “Art of Conversation” and a few things I thought were important to think about as we converse and build relationships with others, specifically believers. Yet, a lot of us spend the majority of our days interacting with those that are not saved, that are not “in Christ”. While much of the “art of conversation” can be applied to all people, I do believe we want to take special care and consideration as we seek to live out the Gospel before those who need to know that Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
A few years ago, I went to visit my sister. Then, it required a plane ride. Now, in God’s providence, we are only a car ride away!!! Anyway, like I always try to do when I am taking a flight, I prayed that the Lord would keep me from having a selfish heart with my nose glued to a book, and would help me to look for and pursue conversations with those I sat next to. More and more, the Lord is impressing on my heart how fragile life is and how long forever will be. Each person we see, day by day, represents a soul that will spend all of eternity in Heaven or Hell; and I have grown way too comfortable putting my head down, “minding my own business”, and thinking it is someone else’s job to reach that particular soul with the saving Gospel of Jesus Christ.
My two flights heading out to Kansas were completely full except for the seat next to me. Seriously! It was as though the Lord was giving me a thumbs up to getting lost in a book after all. On the way back, my first flight plopped me next to a guy who had headphones glued to his head from beginning to end. I got the hint. And I started to wonder if my prayers for boldness and for opportunities were going to be answered another day in another way. On the final flight of my trip home, I got comfortable in my chair, only to find out they had double booked that particular seat and I had to move…to the back of the plane. You know, the row of seats right in front of the bathroom. Always fun. I could tell the gal right across from me was not super happy to be sitting where she was herself. Apparently, there was a mix up with her ticket as well. As I would soon learn, it was clearly a Divine “mix-up” for both of us.