Before I tell you what that awkward moment was, let me set up the scene first. So about half an hour ago I decided to go and venture outside on a delivery run. I went from door to door delivering my new support letters to my neighbors (since my route changed). I prayed that none of them would be home because then I would have to tell them face to face about my trip. As I went from house to house, it seemed as though no one was home, so I thought I was in luck! Up until I got to the last house, my neighbor Kenny’s house…
I notice as I’m walking up to his house that the front door is open, but the screen door in front of it is closed. I think about turning back and delivering it later when no one is home, but something tells me to just keep walking. I even seriously consider leaving the letter on top of one of the bushes, but know that that’s not a good idea since the wind might blow it away. So before I walk up the stairs towards his mailbox, I take a deep breath and proceed to walk. As I approach the front door, I can see a couch with someone sitting on it and all of a sudden the familiar face looks at me. I froze, knowing now I can’t just put it in the mailbox and run away. I have to hand deliver it to him, my worst nightmare! Kenny then gets up from the couch and opens the screen door. I say “Hello” and I tell him what the letter is for and a little bit about the World Race. After everything I say to him he responds with, “for what?” To help people, “for what?” On an 11 month missions trip, “for what?” As if it couldn’t get anymore awkward he then asks, “where do you live….?”
Guys let me give you a little bit of background. I have lived in the same house for 18 years on a dead end street where everyone knows each other on a first name basis. I have babysat my neighbors’ kids, gone to their family parties, and you mean to tell me that the Kenny who I have waved to since I was 7, has no idea who I am? haha
This was the moment I realized one of two things: 1) I must not leave a lasting impression on people or 2) I really need to work on my delivery of telling people about The World Race
Then this question came to my mind: If I continually want to run away and not tell people I know personally about my missions trip, then how will I react when I go up to strangers in different countries and want to introduce them to someone I know personally, Jesus?
I decided today I am going to stop running. We need to stop running away from the things we are afraid of because as they say, “the thing we fear the most is often the thing you most need to do.”
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Speaking of support letters, would you consider donating to my trip today? Any dollar amount counts and helps a lot! Just click on “support me.” 🙂
