A friend and I visited a neighboring City. We ended up staying at a hostel and got to have some really exciting spiritual conversations with the host. He was not a person who had committed to the Kingdom, but was clearly interested in Jesus, and was open to spiritual things. We sat on the porch enjoying a beer, and some really deep conversations. Over our time in the hostel we were able to pray with him, and to invite him to the Christian fellowship we had connections to in that City. It was really quite a blessing to have that experience, although I have no idea what has happened to him in the time since our visit.
...but here is where the story gets sad.
We found out during our stay there, that there was a Christian 'discipleship house' immediately next door to the hostel. Unfortunately, we found this out because at some point in our conversation with our host he commented, "you aren't like the other Christians." Of course we asked him to clarify what he meant by this.
He replied, "there is a christian house next door, and we tried to get to know them, but they told us that they aren't allowed to talk to us. I think they are afraid we will rub off on them."
A litany of emotions flooded through me... anger, frustration, confusion, depression, compassion, hope, despair. How could it be possible that a house full of committed followers of Christ could live next door to this man for so long, but it took two men coming from Buffalo to share the love of God with him?
2 comments:
Steve, Thank you so much for being the hands and feet of Jesus. I love you guys...:)
I am only doing what i was taught to do…
;)
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