9/10/13 Nick 19
After
a discipleship meeting with Elias, a faithful brother (and a Spanish lesson for
me) we decided to go for a prayerwalk.
One of our prayers was for someone to share the gospel with. We rounded a corner and saw a guy named Nick
sitting across the street on his front steps.
Because Elias and I both looked over at the same time, Nick thought we
were giving the “hard look” – the same look gang members use to intimidate one
another – so he yelled at us “Hey, you guys got a problem or something?” “No, I was just trying to decide if I should
ask you an interesting question” I replied, walking across the street toward
him with a smile on my face. Nick was
surprised, but said “Go ahead”, so I asked for his beliefs about eternity. He was immediately sorry about his belligerent
attitude, but said he didn’t believe in God because he couldn’t believe a
loving God would allow him to lose his loved ones, listing a number of close
family members he has lost recently. This
wasn’t the time in the conversation for a theological explanation, it was a
time for compassion so I showed him some:
“Well I’m a Christian from a church nearby, but I’m not going to pretend
to know why God allowed your loved ones to die.” I said. We talked a while and eventually I was able
to tell him that as Christians we understand that God doesn’t keep bad things
from happening in our lives, but He does promise to be right there with us
through them all. Later, after sharing
the Gospel and the just penalty for our sin, I was able to explain a little
more about how Christians can handle loss; that as a result of our sin we
understand that we don’t deserve anything but God’s wrath and that every day of
life is a precious gift of mercy from God[JJR1] . I told about my grandparents, how they had
opposite reactions to the loss of their oldest daughter – who would have been
my aunt –in a car accident. My grandma
drew nearer to God, depending on His comfort to get her through, but my grandpa
became bitter and angry at God. Nick
could see he could go either way, and began to recant his earlier statements about
not believing in God. “My girlfriend is
a Christian, and she’s been trying to convince me to believe and come to church
with her. She’ll be mad to find out I listened to a stranger and wouldn’t
listen to her” he said. Could it be that
his “anger” at God was a way to get her attention, while keeping her from
telling him some of the harder truths of the Gospel? Could this be another example of how a
stranger on the street might be able to share Gospel truths that a close friend
or loved one cannot? Just sayin’….
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