I was flying back home one day in the fall of 2001. As soon as I had boarded the plane and found my seat, while everyone was starting to get settled in, I handed a gospel tract to one of the flight attendants as she happened by. "Why don't you read this while we're taking off?" I said.
Within a matter of minutes, she was back at my seat, obviously troubled and surprised. "Why did you give me this?" She asked, still holding the pamphlet in her hand. "You're the sixth person in two weeks who's handed me something like this!"
"Hmm," I said, waiting for more, wanting to see what the Spirit was doing.
Finally, she blurted out, "What does God want from me?" honestly wondering if I might know the answer.
"He wants your life," I said calmly.
As tears began coming to her eyes, I asked if we could step into the galley to talk. I shared the Scriptures with her, told her about the love of Christ, and she received him into her heart that very day.
Little did I know-little did she know- but thank God he knew-she would be serving passengers on the next day, September 11, on a flight from Newark bound for San Francisco...that would crash in a field south of Pittsburgh.
You see, we never know who's crossing our path at any given time, on any given day,. We may not know much, if anything about them. We may not have the foggiest notion what has thrown us together at this particular moment.
But God knows. He knows where they've been, where they are, where they're going. And in his loving grace, he has brought them passing by our way today, where he knows that his Word is already house in our hearts, tucked away and ready in our coat pockets, and withing inches from this one he's been drawing to himself over time.
Seriously, you don't have to force yourself on them. That's neither your job nor your obligation. All you have to do is just be there. Just be you. Just be his.
Don't be afraid.
Jess
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