I hope I do not make a habit of doing this, but I am going to tell a story...about myself. This story takes place on a recent train ride I took on my way back to Chicago for school. I hope it offers a glimpse into the depths of my sinfulness as well as my great need for the Lord. I also hope that God uses my experience to challenge others should they find themselves in a similar situation, and with similar struggles as myself. Here it is.
I was thoroughly enjoying my peaceful train ride with my earphones in. The little toddler in front of me was my entertainment as he played with his toy train and stared wide-eyed out the window, exclaiming to his dad, "a weal twain daddy!" The empty seat next to me was filled with my purse. Just the way I like it: my own personal space, my music, my time.
As I spent some time in prayer, I found myself being convicted. There are few people I am actively evangelizing to. I asked the Lord to make my eyes more open to those around me, and give me people who I can share His truth with. I wanted to learn how to show His love to those hard to love. Then I said Amen. And forgot the prayer.
The little boy in front of me pressed his nose against the glass and rested his chubby fingers on the windowsill as he watched the train come to its first stop. He loved watching the conductor stand at the doorway to welcome new passengers. I made it a point to keep my head down and my earphones turned up, so as to not welcome anyone into the empty seat next to me. It was then that I saw a man stumble on board who appeared to be drunk. I held my breath as he passed me, hoping he would have his eye on a different seat further back in the train. When he passed, I took a breath, and caught the remnants of his scent. It was not pleasant. I sighed in guilty relief that he had not chosen my empty seat. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I realized how quickly I had forgotten my recent prayer. How hypocritical of me to pray a prayer such as the one I had, and then when God perhaps provides an opportunity to evangelize, I run in the other direction.
As I was enduring this battle in my mind, the man stumbled back up to my portion of the train and stood right in front of my seat. To my further shame, I purposefully did not catch his eye to ask him to sit next to me. God intervened instead. The conductor looked at the man, called him by name, and told him he could "sit next to that lady right there." That "lady" was me.
My actions get even worse. Instead of talking to him, I choose instead to start talking to the toddler in front of me about his toy train. As he babbled on about how fast it went, and the fact that it held 1,000 passengers, I listened with ease, grateful that I was successfully avoiding a conversation with the man next to me. The man, Barney, did try to strike up a conversation with me, and his voice was so loud that I am pretty sure the entire train heard what he was saying. For somebody like me, who likes to stay in the background in public places, this was very embarrassing. I am not proud of this.
To make an already long story a little less long, I will say that Barney and I did end up talking for quite a long time. I found out that his stumbling was not due to drunkenness; the man is blind. The conductors know him because he has to ride the train often, and needs their assistance with finding a seat. If only I had been friendly and told him there was an empty seat right next to where he was standing, I could have shown him the love of Christ in a very tangible way. God started softening my heart towards this hurting man. He shared with me a lot of things about his life, and I was able to talk about the Gospel with him. He told me he had only read the book of Revelation and was very confused. We laughed as I told him I am equally confused with Revelation. I was able to tell him, however, that all of those confusing things are signs of a greater God, and the confusing parts remind us of our inability to fully grasp the greatness of the one true God. We talked for a long while, and God gave me the words to speak.
I will not go into great detail about how much God taught me through this. I hope the story speaks for itself. God chose to use my stubborn, sinful heart to give truth to a man who needed it. God even chose to add blessings along with the whole encounter, despite my sin. For example: the fact that Barney talked really loud? The entire train was able to hear bits and pieces of our conversation about Scripture and the Gospel. Even more, God provided a person who was sitting behind me to encourage me after our conversation and tell me that it is so important to share the Truth with all people.
Thank you Lord for using my filthy rags. May I love better next time, and may my eyes be opened to the circumstances around me, and the blessings you bring with those circumstances.