Sharing @ Starbucks

8/30/12

Category: Gospel

I was at Starbucks the other day having a Bible study, as well as watching a DVD on The Life and Theology of Jonathan Edwards, when I saw two girls sitting directly across from me. I could tell something was amiss. One girl seemed ‘high’ due to her numb and lethargic disposition, and the sober girl seemed to be the other’s keeper. I felt the Lord put it on my heart to share Jesus with them. So I put away my study materials and walked up to them.

“Can I share Jesus with you?” I asked.

They just stared at me with their eyes as big as saucers.

So I tried again: “Do you know Jesus?”

The sober girl answered me, “I’m an atheist!”

“Okay,” I answered. “But do you think Jesus was a real person?”
She started to answer, “Yeah, I think he was a real person,” then rolled her eyes, picked up the phone, and told me to talk to her friend.

So I shared the good news of Jesus Christ with the girl whose eyes engulfed me.

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