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Natural conversations vs. ‘witnessing’

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I was flying to McAllen, TX for Robert Cantu’s funeral. A few hours earlier, upon landing in Atlanta from Bucharest, I’d learned that the funeral was scheduled for the following day. I knew I needed to be there, so I told Talia, “Take the car home; I’ll stay at the airport and buy a ticket.” Heck…
By Seth Barnes
diamondI was flying to McAllen, TX for Robert Cantu’s funeral. A few hours earlier, upon landing in Atlanta from Bucharest, I’d learned that the funeral was scheduled for the following day. I knew I needed to be there, so I told Talia, “Take the car home; I’ll stay at the airport and buy a ticket.” Heck, my bag was already packed (albeit with dirty clothes from the last 11 days of traveling). I felt gross and tired, but I loved Robert, so I got on the next plane.
Generally, I don’t like to talk to people on planes. I like to disappear behind a book or magazine and not say anything. But every now and then, these conversations happen. Seated next to me was Kevin, a soldier dressed in fatigues.
“Where are you headed?”
“Going home for a week before shipping out to Iraq again.”
“What will you do there?”
“I’m a planner. I used to kick doors down and search for enemy combatants, but I got my masters in organizational psychology at Columbia and now I’m assigned to a three-star general to help organize our withdrawal from Iraq.”
“Do you have a family?”
“Yeah, I’m going to surprise my little girl. She doesn’t know I’m coming home.”
We talked about my work and our respective views of God. He wasn’t particularly religious, but I got the impression that he had a relationship with God. The conversation progressed naturally to touch on eternal things. I told him about the man-hike I’m going on this week in New Hampshire. We talked about how men need times away like that.
As we approached the Dallas airport, we talked about the tight connection he had there. I said I’d pray about it. He was grateful. We landed and he was off and running.
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Returning home yesterday on the 6 a.m. flight out of McAllen I sat next to Pedro, a restaurant manager. He was nervously fingering a small box. A flight attendant asked if she could see it. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. Soon the other flight attendants asked to see it. Later one brought him some bottles of champagne to take with him.
“How are you going to ask her?” I queried.
“I don’t know yet. We’ve been dating for eight years.” He explained.
“Make it romantic. She’ll remember it and replay it in her mind for the rest of her life,” I advised.
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking and thinking about it.”
“I remember when I asked Karen to marry me – I was so nervous! It might help to write what you’re going to say down.”
“I want to do it early in our visit so we can enjoy our time together.”
We talked about the different ways that he could propose. I wrote down some romantic suggestions on the back of one of my cards and asked him to email me about how it went. He told me about her – she’s been a missionary and now is a life coach.
As we landed, I asked if I could pray for him and he said yes. I prayed a simple prayer for him to be able to express what was on his heart. Afterward he thanked me and shook my hand.
I don’t know what your concept of witnessing is like. I grew up with this notion that it involved tracts and stilted conversations. Over time, I’ve come to see that people everywhere need God to shine a little light on the complicated lives they lead. They don’t need a tract, they just need to know that God cares about them making their plane or expressing their heart to a girlfriend.
We don’t need a class in evangelism, we just need to make ourselves available to reflect a little of his light as we walk along life’s path.

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