Closed Mouths can’t speak

I have never seen such a beautiful vehicle in my entire life. Well, I’ve seen many, but this is the first time I’ve sat in one.
Some people say that they know what questions they would ask if they ever met so and so-and-so in society. Me-I’ve never thought about it…until now.
What do I have to offer him? The highest position I’ve held is as a deacon among a group of fishermen. This is an opportunity of a lifetime. This man could change my financial fortunes, get me a great job, introduce me to a network…but I kind of sense that I need to give him something.

Ask him if he understands what he’s reading?

Phew! That’s the issue people have with our generation.

You’ve only been a Christian for a few months but you want to start preaching to people.

What makes you think God is talking to you?

What if this man wants nothing to do with this your gospel and you ruin the relationship?

I look down at the floor of the vehicle, confused.
My feet are worn out from walking. My sandals look like they survived the nails of the crucifixion. I look at his; Sandals made of the finest leather and embellished with gold. Freshly manicured nails… He says he works with the Queen of Candace. I should get a selfie, an autograph; I should be asking him to lay hands on me.

I open my mouth to say something, but the words get stuck.

I don’t ask if he understands what he’s reading.

He doesn’t ask me to explain that scripture about the death of Christ.
He cannot believe because I do not preach.
But I am a silent witness.
I am respectful so that he can look at my life and know immediately that Jesus is the way, the truth and the life, and no one comes to the Father except by Him.
I am kind, so even though he asks: How can I understand except someone explains it to me? I still believe that he can believe without hearing the gospel, even though I believed by hearing it.
I forget that it profits a man nothing to gain the world and lose his soul; and that in that chariot, I am the one with true riches.
Fear, masquerading as rationality;
False humility that makes me forget my identity;
Indifference, masquerading as religion, keeps me from saving a man, who could in turn save a nation.

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