I don’t believe anything happens by chance. Everything that happens in our lives, every situation, every person we meet…it’s all for a reason. Last week was an interesting week for sure. God’s definitely doing something. I’m just not sure yet what.
I was sitting in my office last week, playing my guitar, when a young guy came in the door. He was carrying a back pack, flip flops, a hardhat, and a ball cap. He seemed nervous, to say the least, and said he knew how to do flooring and needed work.
For those of you who don’t know, we own a flooring store called Hawk’s Hometown Flooring. Also, for those of you who don’t know, often times the people who do that type work are um…I’m trying to say this delicately; a little rough around the edges. It’s the type work that, most of the time, you’re not required to take a drug test. Our store is small and there’s only one door. There’s been a couple times in there I’ve been scared. When someone comes in, the only way out is the door they walked in! Anyway, back to the story.
So, this guy comes in looking for work. He ends up staying there about two hours. Best I could understand, he and his girlfriend had been sleeping outside. He said he’d been in a faith based recovery program, and we talked a lot about The Lord, poetry, music and his life. I offered to take him somewhere but he refused. I invited him to Celebrate Recovery at our church, which happens to be across from our store. He said he’d been there before.
The whole time he was there, I was never uneasy. Logic tells me I should’ve been, but sometimes, the way God works doesn’t match up with human logistics. Although he was all over the place with his conversation, he had a sweet spirit, and even teared up talking about his baby girl he hadn’t seen in nearly a year. It was an interestingly sweet conversation. I offered again to take him to McDonald’s, where he said his girlfriend was, but again, he refused, and he went on his way.
Friday night at CR, I was helping serve food, when I looked up to see my new found friend. I said his name, and he excitedly told me that he’d brought his fiancé and another friend. He said his friend was afraid to come in because “he just didn’t understand.” I offered to go out and talk to him, which I did, but he still wouldn’t come in; so we took food to him. My new friend and his fiancé came in and had supper, and we sat and talked. He told me they’d found a place to stay, and that he was getting a new job Monday. It was a nice visit. I hope I haven’t , and don’t think I have, seen the last of them.
One of the cool things about this is that, unbeknownst to my son, his life and his experiences are already helping people. My friend seemed hesitant at first to talk about his history with drugs. In our conversation, I brought up Tucker, and said a bit about his history, and that he was in jail, and it was like a weight had been lifted. I believe God allowed me to use Tucker, and his story, to show my new friend that I wouldn’t judge him. How cool is that? I can’t wait to tell Tuck.
I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that God put those people in my life for a reason. I’m not sure why, and I guess there’s a chance I’ll never know, but I’m thankful that God thought enough of me to allow me to be a small part of His plan for them.
We have opportunities every day to have an influence on someone. Every person that crosses our path gives us a chance to show the love of Jesus. It could be something as simple as a smile, or something as big as sharing the Gospel. Either way, it’s our choice whether or not we take these opportunities.
Sometimes, to be honest, sometimes I’d just rather blow someone off than to get into a lengthy conversation. I’d rather tend to ME than to listen to what they have to say. I’d just as soon breeze through Walmart with my head down, not making eye contact with anyone, than to help someone with anything. Can anyone relate? How many opportunities have we missed by being selfish? How many hurting people have we passed by? How many of those people could’ve used an encouraging word, or a simple smile? Lets choose to share the love of Christ. We can’t hoard love. The more you give, the more you get!
But thanks be to God! For through what Christ has done, he has triumphed over us so that now wherever we go he uses us to tell others about the Lord and to spread the Gospel like a sweet perfume. 2 Corinthians 2:14