Everyday encounters begin with everyday issues. I ran out of washer fluid today so on my way home I stopped into a gas station to clean my windows. I parked next to a man with a very nice vehicle. As soon as I got out of the car, I jumped into conversation.
Me: Hi, that is a nice car you have.
Man: (smiling) Thank you.
Me: I love the color. Did you pick that out yourself.
Man: No, I found it like that.
Me: Did you get one of these? (Handing him a tract) It's a gospel tract. Do you have a church in town?
He nodded his head while reading the tract.
Me: With a car this size, I'm guessing you could seat at least ten people and bring them to church. You should try it sometime.
He didn't respond immediately. His demeanor changed a bit when he realized we were heading towards spiritual things which is why I put more effort into cleaning my windows. A few minutes later he replied, "I guess I could load up my grand kids." One might interpret that as an open door to continue, but his reflective yet stern appearance gave me the impression that I had accomplished what I was there to do.
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