Two Weeks: Two Stories

Last Week:

After Kim and I approached three gentlemen, we were immediately welcomed into their circle. They were a tight group, self-proclaimed Three Musketeers. As we talked about Philadelphia, our pasts, our beliefs, a gentlemen came up to us asking for a sandwich. We had run out by that point; however, just as we were about to turn the older man away, one of the three - Sebir - stepped up and offered his food to the man. "Just because we're homeless doesn't mean we're hopeless," he said.

I broke down inside, but held back my emotions. We continued talking with them. As we spoke, a volunteer came down and informed the group that they were handing out hot sandwiches upstairs. "Excuse me," Sebir said politely, "I'm gonna go up and get myself a sandwich." Leaving us with a million dollar smile, he left the circle and headed upstairs. At that moment, all I could think was, God provides.

Yesterday:

Krystal and I were speaking with Tony. He had a contagious enthusiasm in his voice. He had been down on his luck, getting laid off from his job about 3 weeks ago. I brought up the typical topics: Philadelphia, sports, and eventually, religious beliefs. I was not prepared for what I heard next.

"Religious beliefs? Well, I'm a Jehovah's Witness." About one billion unfounded stereotypes came to mind, but most of all, I feared the prospect of a biblical debate. As we continued talking, he spoke endlessly about the doctrine he followed, and anger welled inside of me with every point that conflicted with my beliefs. I want to say that it was "holy anger" but I don't want to give myself too much credit.

I wanted to refute some of the things he was saying, but I did not have much practice defending my faith. As we read the book of Acts for our Bible study, we encounter bold apostles who shared their faith confidently. I realized that I have much to learn and much to prepare for. To be a good witness, we need to practice sharing His word every day.