I really should be reading, but I HAVE to share this with you guys. My mind is absolutely blown right now at how God puts everything together perfectly. (And no, this is not about Memphis, but I promise one day I'll finish telling about that trip...maybe.)
Anyway, so Friday I was a complete basket case because of my biology test. I got out of psychology at 11 and headed to Kinsolving to grab some lunch before some last minute reviewing and I was just about freaking out. But as I was walking through the doors, I felt like God was telling me to slow down - not to worry about biology so much because the people around me were far more important than me going over the Citric Acid Cycle in cellular respiration for the 50,000th time. Naturally, I tried to rationalize things with God about how much I really needed to study and I just needed to sit by myself and not bother anyone with my Jesus talk. That was a dumb idea on my part, because when a guy sat down at the table next to my booth, the Holy Spirit would not let it go. I probably sat in my booth for 10 minutes arguing with the spirit about not knowing what to say and how that guy really didn't want to talk to my crazy self. So, I finished eating, packed up my stuff, and looked over at the guy and noticed he was done eating and just chilling. I was about to miss my chance completely. So I stood up with all my stuff, and after that it was no longer me talking.
I asked if he had a few minutes and when he said, "Yes," I sat down. I asked about his day and told him that I honestly felt like God was leading me to talk to him. He was really nice and responsive which made things a little easier. We got to talking about school, and then somehow there was a nice little segue into the topic of faith. I asked about his and then got to tell him about mine and share Jesus with him. I was scared to death about saying something wrong until I remembered something I learned in Memphis - any time the gospel is lovingly shared, it's a win. It doesn't matter if you stumble over your words. The important thing is that someone heard the gospel.
And tonight, my friend, Morgan, and I were in the Kinsolving lounge studying and decided to go get some food. We had planned to go get a slice of pizza at a place down the street, but it was closed so we went to the Jack-in-the-Box right next door instead.
We ordered our food and then found a table and sat down. Not long after that an older African American man walked in and just started talking to us. He was talking a little crazy and it was hard to get a word in edge-wise with this guy, but he told us he was a former Marine who lost his foot, and in the past three years he's lost 7 people in his family - most to Diabetes. After some joking about us partying, he found out we are Christians. Morgan and I both were so excited to get to talk to this man about Jesus, but we wanted to respect him and let him get what he wanted to say out, so we just let him keep talking for a few minutes. It's not like he was letting us say much anyway! When we were just about to start talking though, his food was ready and he jumped up from his seat and said, "Gotta go! I wish you success in everything!" and walked off. We were both kind of upset that we didn't get to share the gospel with him, but God just gave me a peace that us simply talking to that man for a few minutes was a blessing to him, and the fact that he knew we were Christ followers was huge.
I just pray that more followers of Christ will be put into the lives of both of the guys I talked to this week. God is good, all the time!
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