Monday I was out mowing the lawn on the steep hill in front of our house. Back and forth under and around the trees, sweating. Out of the corner of my eye I saw two pairs of women with young girls, Bibles in hand, making their way down our street, stopping at each house. Jehovah’s Witnesses. With invitations.
I thought, “Ugh! They have no relationship with me and they’re going to try to convert me. I’m a challenge to them. A project. A name to add to their list.” (Christians would never do that! :))
My first inclination was to keep my head down and keep mowing, hoping that they’d take the hint and pass me by. But then that pesky Holy Spirit reminded me of what I had been reading. How I had been impressed by Phillip’s example of just asking a question of the Ethiopian who didn’t know Jesus (Acts 8) and how Jesus had modeled asking the question “What do you want me to do for you?” (Mark 10)