That was one of the thoughts racing through my head tonight (this morning) on the D train at 12:10 am at Atlantic Ave.
Why was that racing through my head? not because the train was late. Not because I was exhausted, and not because once the train arrived at the station it took about 10 minutes to leave..
It was because I started to feel a tug..There was a lady across from me that I had a train passenger moment with, when the train doors didn’t open right away. So instead of getting annoyed, i cracked a joke…and she laughed, which I thought was nice of her, since I am oober corny..
But when we sat down in the train, I started to feel THE TUG..
You know.. The Tug.. the supernatural tug to open up your mouth and talk to someone, maybe invite them to church, or tell them about Jesus, and how He has wonderfully ruined your life..
SO i started digging through my bag for a church bulletin, while arguing with God..NoNoNoNo.. Come on Lord.. she’s gonna think i’m a weirdo if I open up to her (there are already so many weirdos that claim to be your followers)…but I couldn’t find a flyer!!
So I said “Oh Well, guess it’s not you God.” And I opened up my book, Irresistible Revolution, to begin reading. But I couldn’t even concentrate, especially when the book is talking about loving people and showing true Christianity, and not the superficial, misrepresented one that America is so familiar with..
So I put the book down, and started looking in my bag… again.. Still, in all the junk papers I had, I didn’t find a bulletin..ughhh.. so I thought maybe I can write the church number on a paper, but what if she takes it the wrong way when I hand it to her!!!…ughhhh.
Stop looking…pick up the book…put the book down again..look through my bag one more time..
I find a Samaritan’s Purse flyer. They are an organization that is collecting Christmas gift shoe boxes to give to needy children all around the world. So I figure this is perhaps something she would be interested in, and I wrote the church’s name and info on it as well ,in case she is looking for a church to attend.
So..now here’s the part where I have to actually get up, walk over, and talk to her…
Here it goes…
She barely spoke English! But you know where she was from? Istanbul! Which is where ,according to our world race route clues, the world race will be heading one month!!! So I told her about the world race, and she’s in America studying English, and she needs someone to help her practice English.. and I need someone to teach me Turkish!!!
She’s a sweetheart. We exchanged numbers and she taught me how to say hello and goodbye in Turkish (which I already forgot, but I will be learning it!!)
I don’t want to even imagine what I would have missed out on. God was tugging at my heart for a reason, and I almost pushed it away.
Some of you reading this (if you have gotten this far) may think it’s just a coincidence. But God is sovereign, and all knowing, and He makes divine appointments based on his elaborate master plan for each life he has created.
This is just the
beginning of him teaching me how to step out in faith…
beginning of him teaching me how to step out in faith…
I’m learning that fighting God gets me nowhere, besides “our arms are too short to box Him”. It’s when we give in to that gentle tug, then we are finally at peace, and see how amazing He is, and makes life.
Agenda: Love,
Bethsaida
