Before walking into a UPS store today, I prayed for an opportunity to share. While standing in line I also prayed that no one would get in line behind me. For some reason I get fearful of what bystanders may think while I attempt to share, not really when I am witnessing on the streets but more during everyday life. In my head I rehearsed what I would say. I imagined that he would follow the typical, "Hi, how are you?" If he did what I had hoped, I planned on saying, "Going to heaven. Are you?" After the lady in front of me made her purchase, I waited on his greeting….still waiting…no greeting. His blank stare indicated that I was to speak first. Although that was not on my script, I went ahead and greeted him.
"Hi. How are you today?"
"I'm okay" he replied.
"Umm. I need a book of stamps."
His response, "Ten dollars."
It all happened so fast that I couldn't think of what to say. I grabbed a million dollar bill tract and gave it to him as if I was using it to make my purchase. His confused look soon turned to a smile when I said, "What? Is my money no good here?" I left him with a tract. On my way back to the car I reminded myself that things do not always go as planned.