Today was hard. My last day in Thailand. My last travel day on the race. I had to say really hard goodbyes: to my friends, to my ministry hosts, and to a country that I had fallen in love with. I walked out of the apartment that I called home, got into a taxi with my teammates and a few of our new friends from Thailand, and headed to the bus station.
I sat in the front seat, not knowing what was about to take place in that ride and how the Lord was about to move.
We began our hour travel outside of the city to the bus station.
Immediately, the Lord began talking to me and asking me to ask the driver what he believed. I argued with Him for a bit, telling Him that I wasn’t in a good place to do so, I didn’t want to have to think, and…did I really have to start with such a bold question? I am pretty sure He laughed at my response and then proceeded to tell me again to ask Him what he believed. I agreed, even though there was still a part of me that didn’t want to.
I asked the driver what he believed and waited. No response.
The Lord said ask again.
I asked the driver again what he believed and waited. No response.
The Lord said ask again.
I asked the driver yet again what he believed and waited. Still no response.
I started to ask the Lord, why do you want me to keep asking? What is the point? He told me ask again.
I asked the driver again but this time one of our new friends translated for me. The driver began to respond. The Lord said, “See, I told you to keep asking.”
The driver began to tell me about how he didn’t know Jesus. I asked if I could tell him a story, and he said sure.
The next thirty minutes looked like sharing stories from the Bible and my friends in the back seat translating. We arrived at the bus station, and I told the driver thank you. I left there knowing seeds had been planted.
While I waited for our bus, the Lord revealed something else. He began to show me that stepping out in obedience and following Him in that taxi allowed my new Christian friends to see what it looked like in a tangible way to share the Gospel. They got to see that it isn’t hard or scary. It’s super simple. All we have to do is share how good our Lord is and tell amazing stories from Scripture and from our own lives.
Discipleship happened in that taxi ride. More than just the taxi drivers perspective changed that day.
