It happened again, but no evangelist was to be found.
I was having lunch at a Persian restaurant on the occasion of Nowruz, Persian new year. Now you might think there would be a lot of Iranians going out for lunch to celebrate, especially if they are tourists here in Tbilisi, but no...our table of Americans was the only one with people at the restaurant. At the end of our meal, however, there were a group of Iranians coming in to eat. The Americans were all in a hurry as most to them had to catch a ride to get to a meeting. I wasn't one of them because though I knew them, I wasn't a part of their group and therefore had no meeting to get to. I had all the time in the world. It was suggested to me that perhaps I could go and hand out the evangelistic material I had to the group of Iranians. Of course I protested...I could only speak English, I didn't know these people, it was at a nice restaurant and might seem odd and imposing. And of course I talked at least me out of giving them any material.
On the bus ride back to where I was staying, it struck me how silly my line of reasoning really was. This life is but for a moment and the only thing that really matters is that Jesus is glorified. I have always found it pretty easy to be in conversation with people, it is getting it started that is the hard part for me. I fear that my fear of initiating conversation with strangers leads to disobedience on my part. Though I am not an evangelist I am also not doing 'the work of an evangelist'. Oh for that person who will offset my timidity.
Lord, give me an evangelist!
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