On Thursday (this is the second week of classes, mind you), I was sitting in class…well, I was sitting in an empty classroom because I’m a nerd and always arrive to class early. This kid in my class, (we’ll call him Albert) walked in whistling. The first thing he said to me was, “Hey, you’re a Christian, right?”
After a few more questions from him, he asked if he could go to church with me on Sunday….cool, right? So come this morning, we were walking to the subway, exchanging questions (for neither of us really knew the other) and I proposed the question of why he was going to church. He answered with he had been brought up in a Christian home, always going to church on Sunday and that, considering the general culture shock of New York City, he felt it was the only real thing that was familiar to him. I then asked him when he was saved. To my great surprise, he knew exactly what I meant when I used the word “saved.” He said that since he had indeed been brought up in a Christian home, attended a Christian school, he guessed he’d been saved since he was born. He clarified and said that he was probably saved in the third or fourth grade, but he had always believed.
I was very tempted to preach to him; the words were almost rolling off my tongue. I didn’t want him to have a false perception of what it meant to be in a relationship with Jesus Christ. But then I felt that I needed to be quiet….to just listen. Then (and I don’t know why I was surprised by this) in morning service, the pastor preached Romans…he spelled out the gospel for everyone in the sanctuary. He explained that you cannot be saved by works or by being a good person, but by faith in what Jesus Christ had already done and by accepting the gift of salvation. These were exactly the subjects that I wanted to reveal to Albert, yet I didn’t have to do anything. I just had to let go and let God…go figure.
I just feel so silly sometimes, thinking that I know what God is going to do in someone’s life. Pssh, I don’t even know what He’s going to do in my own life. But I do know what He’s already done; He’s healed my family. He’s healed my church. He’s healed my heart. He’s healed my life.
Now, I’m not saying that everything is sunshine, rainbows, and butterflies made of chocolate and laughter; there are times (like the first day of college classes) when I feel absolutely overwhelmed, inundated by difficulty and challenge. But it’s in those times when God reminds me of all that He’s already done for me and all of the greatness to which He’s called me.
“Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever, amen.”
-Ephesians 3:20, 21 (ESV)