Walking in the school parking lot today, one of my former students greeted me with a wave. His name is Solomon and he has been known to do a lot of drugs.
Me: Solomon, how are you?
Solomon: Pretty good. Just picking up my sister.
Me: Are you living right?
Solomon: Of course. Why? Who have you been talking to?
Me: No one. Are you doing drugs?
Solomon: I smoke a little here and there, but nothing heavy.
Me: How are you spiritually?
Solomon: I'm living righteous.
Me: Do you believe in a heaven and a hell?
Solomon: I don't believe in hell.
Me: Does not believing in something mean it doesn't exist?
Solomon: No. I guess not.
Me: I don't want you to go to hell, Solomon. If you have lied, stolen, or even blasphemed God's name then you are in big trouble. Judgement is for real and you will be judged when you die. (Reading his body language) You don't want to hear this do you?
Solomon: (Walking away quickly) No. Not here and not now!
This encounter reminds me of when Ray Comfort asked the question: How would you witness to someone walking in to the twin towers on 9/11 just before 9 am? I may never see Solomon again.