I've been reading A LOT of Christian books lately. The two I'm currently reading are about exemplifying God's love by acting in love to other people and also by witnessing to others.
I'd actually started to lament that I didn't have any weekly interactions with people to allow me to do so when I had a shocking conversation with Islander today.
When he asked about my day I told him I went to church. He asked did I pray for him and I said yes. He then apologized for using bad language in front of me and then he asked how often I went to church. His astonished reaction to my reply of "at least once a week," startled me. Sure, I know he spends his weekends on the beach talking to tourists about boat tours but surely, he goes to church at some point.
Apparently, not.
When I asked, he estimated he hadn't been to church in seven years and that was because his niece was being christened. Had I not been in the bed, I surely would have fallen on the floor with that omission.
He also shared however that a few days ago he was thinking about whether or not he should return to church. Apparently he was raised as a Seventh Day Adventist and he went to church often as a child, but in his adult life abroad, he strayed away and never "found time." He said he wants to pursue his faith again but he doesn't want to be a hypocrite because he knows there are several things that he needs to work on to live righteously.
Immediately, all I could think was- wow, God- is this my opportunity? Is this why you allowed me to meet him- to save his soul? And if so, I'm fine with that. I can see the good in him but I can also see where we aren't equally yoked because he doesn't have a strong spiritual foundation.
Even though I'm tired of fixing up other men for other women, if I can help him save his soul by praying for him and helping him see the light, then I can do nothing but serve God with gladness.
To be continued...
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