She asks me to walk with her to fill her water bottle. To join her as she heats her lunch. She says we should walk for 10 minutes each day. Together. I want to find excuses not to join her. I value my time alone. I enjoy my independence. She’s an extrovert. I’m not.
Her personality is strong. Overly confident. Pushy. She’s accustomed to getting her way. We are polar opposites.
We have huge differences that separate us. Cultural differences. She wears a hijab. She dresses modestly. She eats halal foods. She prays five times a day. She doesn’t believe in Christ. She lives in darkness. She needs the light.
She’s new here. She’s trying to fit in. Trying to find a friend. She’s chosen me. I’m finding it difficult to choose her. She called me her new bff. I cringed a little inside.
But when I look at her from the eyes of the one who died on the cross for me, I see her differently. He died on the cross for her, too. She needs an opportunity to know Him. Someone said that she’s drawn to the light. Coming from darkness, it’s perhaps different and interesting for her to come face to face with the light. She doesn’t even realize it’s the light that she’s attracted to. But she’s being drawn to it. So why am I resisting being the light that she needs? Why do I want her to look for the light somewhere else? Perhaps I’m the only Jesus she’ll ever meet. Why do I resist so?
But how can they call on him to save them unless they believe in him? And how can they believe in him if they have never heard about him? And how can they hear about him unless someone tells them? And how will anyone go and tell them without being sent? Romans 10:14-15
I know I need to spend time with her. How do the lost become saved if the saved don’t spend time with them? How does one who doesn’t believe in Christ start believing if no one shares the truth?
I read a prayer recently that said, “Lord, give me opportunities to share all that You have taught me with someone who needs You.” I must confess. I’m not one who openly shares my faith with strangers. To me, it would be utter boldness to share my faith uninvited. The thought of doing so makes me shudder. I tend to stand back and listen. And wait. Oh. I know those who confidently share their faith. For them, it isn’t boldness. It’s as natural to them as breathing. I’m a little envious, because they don’t have to work at it. They just do it. They know everyone they meet needs their Jesus. I know it, too, but I can’t get the words out.
I know we all have our own unique strengths and weaknesses. I’m not saying I shouldn’t share my faith. I should. My approach has to be my approach. Not someone else’s. But I do need to share when given the opportunity.
I see this opportunity in front of me. I want to be faithful and obedient. Even bold. I don’t think God wants me to be someone I’m not. But I believe he provides opportunities for all who call on Him to share His love with anyone who crosses our path. No matter what our differences may be. We all have one common need. We all need God. Heaven have mercy if I fail to do my part when called to do so.
Maybe it’s time for a 10 minute walk.