As I sat there bemoaning the long wait at the DMV and my growing anger at the delay. I closed my eyes to try to make the long line in front of me disappear. I do not remember what I was thinking about but it was interrupted by that still small voice in my heart… Tell him that I love him! I must admit that it caught me off guard. I looked at the man sitting next to me and … I went back to thinking about what I was before being interrupted … Yes, I did! A few moments later I heard it again … Tell him that I love him! I looked over at the man who was deeply lost in thought with his head in his hands and I convinced myself not to bother him. I stared straight ahead and began to wonder whether I should say something and entered into a discussion between my flesh and The Holy Spirit.
I do not know how long I sat there with my eyes closed, coming up with reasons not to turn to this stranger and tell him that Jesus loves him. Well, all I remember is that my flesh eventually lost the battle and I turned to be obedient to the Spirit… he was gone! I looked everywhere for him but could not find him inside or outside of the building. I was devastated and as I returned to my seat, I just hung my head and asked for forgiveness and that the Holy Spirit would send a worthy child of God his way to deliver the good news that I failed to share.
That incident over 40 years ago has constantly reminded me to keep my spiritual ears open for that still small voice, and to be obedient to the opportunities He opens to share God’s love. And all these years later… That one still hurts!