Monday, January 5, 2009
A few days ago, a ventured into what have become normal three-hour trips to Starbucks or Mill Mountain. I go in, read the Word for 30-45 minutes or so, then delve into the two other books that I am reading. This trip was a little bit different though... I felt a definitive presence of the Spirit, in a way that I haven't in a long while.
I sat down in one of those comfy chairs that you always find. I went to a different Starbucks, since I just completed a shopping trip with my grandma and aunt, who came into town. These chairs are right next to the door, and it is freezing outside, so wearing just a t-shirt was good when the door wasn't being flung open, but hell (or the opposite, since it was cold?) when people scurried through the door.
Sitting in front of me was an elderly couple, easily in their 70's, sipping on a shared cup of coffee, discussing the latest happenings in Christiansburg, VA. Friends passing away, their kids and grand kids accolades, the things old people normally discuss in my head. The women stands up and throws away the cup, and the man began to hover over me as I was reading and asked.
"Are you reading the Bible?"
"Yea...I am"
"Good for you, boy, Good for you"
We carried on a small conversation about Romans, and a little of the theology behind it, as his wife came back from across the room. As he left, he uttered these words
"Good Luck"
Then, he walked out of the door. But, he turned around opened the door, letting the frigid winter air in, and said.
"Actually, you don't need luck, ya need Faith"
He walked out the door, arm over the shoulder of his wife and I could only thank God for this messenger.
I would later hear a song over the Starbucks radio that repeated the pharse "Jesus let me die little more everyday", while reading Isaiah 53, and the amazing prophesy that would be fulfilled in Christ Jesus.
I left Starbucks that day with a feeling of amazing comfort and joy, that my Faith is well placed, and not on shifting sand
Sitting in front of me was an elderly couple, easily in their 70's, sipping on a shared cup of coffee, discussing the latest happenings in Christiansburg, VA. Friends passing away, their kids and grand kids accolades, the things old people normally discuss in my head. The women stands up and throws away the cup, and the man began to hover over me as I was reading and asked.
"Are you reading the Bible?"
"Yea...I am"
"Good for you, boy, Good for you"
We carried on a small conversation about Romans, and a little of the theology behind it, as his wife came back from across the room. As he left, he uttered these words
"Good Luck"
Then, he walked out of the door. But, he turned around opened the door, letting the frigid winter air in, and said.
"Actually, you don't need luck, ya need Faith"
He walked out the door, arm over the shoulder of his wife and I could only thank God for this messenger.
I would later hear a song over the Starbucks radio that repeated the pharse "Jesus let me die little more everyday", while reading Isaiah 53, and the amazing prophesy that would be fulfilled in Christ Jesus.
I left Starbucks that day with a feeling of amazing comfort and joy, that my Faith is well placed, and not on shifting sand
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