The other day I went to Starbuck’s to meet a young lady named “Holly”. We had arranged the meeting over the phone, so I told her I’d have a sparkly blue hat so she could find me. \u00a0I arrived and decided to secure seats since it was very crowded, then got a cup of coffee to sip while I waited for her to arrive. \u00a0While I was in line, the seat right next to the two I had claimed was taken by an older gentleman. \u00a0I got my coffee and sat down to think through the points I wanted to be sure to cover with Holly, but God and “Joe” had other plans for me.<\/p>\n
I found out the the man’s name was “Joe” when he asked me for help with his oatmeal. \u00a0We struck up a conversation (sparkly blue hats tend to cause conversation); he told me how he was going to get a book for his friend, but he didn’t really know what it was about. \u00a0Then he told me that He didn’t really go in for all that “faith and religion garbage”. \u00a0That was a bit awkward since my Bible was sitting right next to me and I was planning to have a faith conversation with “Holly”. \u00a0“Joe” also needed help with his raisin packet. \u00a0He thanked me, but when I told him it wasn’t a big deal – that I helped people all the time at school – he threatened to knock me off my stool. \u00a0I side-stepped the comment and continued making small-talk while trying to smooth his now-ruffled feathers.<\/span><\/p>\n “Holly” came in and we located each other, then she grabbed a cup of coffee and a pastry. \u00a0We were trying to get to know each other and have a discussion about her faith; however, “Joe” had different ideas. \u00a0He actually physically inserted himself in the center of our conversation. \u00a0He wasn’t trying to join into the discussion we were having, rather he seemed to be lonely and just wanted to engage someone in dialog. \u00a0I was a bit nervous about where all of this might be going since he had already let me know that he was antagonistic toward anything faith-based and “Holly” was a new believer. \u00a0Thankfully, he didn’t get hostile; instead after a while he said it was nice talking with us and he hoped he would see me there again.<\/p>\n “Holly” asked if I knew him and who he was. \u00a0I had to tell her that I’d never seen him before, but he seemed lonely so I responded to his needs. \u00a0We finished the conversations we had been trying to have then gathered our things to leave. \u00a0As we were weaving our way through the crowd of people, I was once again confronted by an older gentleman. \u00a0This person stood up as I got close to his table and completely blocked the one path to the door. \u00a0When I got to where he was, he reached out and touched my arm to stop me. \u00a0Then he looked right into my eyes and said that he had been watching what I had done for that other man. \u00a0He thanked me for being compassionate and taking time for him. \u00a0Then he sat back down, leaving me quite speechless.<\/p>\n I had been unaware that anyone else was noticing the whole exchange between “Joe” and me, but someone was watching. \u00a0That’s the thing – someone is always watching. \u00a0Our actions are our testimony every day. \u00a0We need to be sure that we are living out what we want others to understand about Jesus, because for some people we will be the only reflection of Him they ever see.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"