I rode in the ambulance as we drove Kristina to the ER once again. I talked about my faith and how it sustains me in times like this.
Surprisingly, he asked where we went to church. I told him “Real Life” and proceeded to tell him how I love the community that offers something for everyone and how it feels like a smaller church and how there are multiple campuses and church plants.
He told me his family went there also. I asked , “Do you?” No, he said I don’t go anywhere. I pressed on. “Are you a believer?” Again, no. I felt a rush of wind as a spiritual door swung open! He listened and drove, and I told him how knowing Jesus gives me such peace and comfort. Guidance and grace. He’s heard it all before, but we talked of his work as a first responder, and the things he sees and the things he does that he can’t do in his own strength. That his work is a calling , a ministry. I told him that our meeting was a Devine appointment, no accident. There is a call on his life. I talked of salvation through Jesus. He listened. I left him with “what if I’m right??” Please T., think hard. Please Lord, bring him into the fold.
