As I paid for my coffee, I asked the employee at Starbucks if she had received one of the million dollar bill gospel tracts yet. Yes, she said. I think you gave me one, she added. Really, I replied, trying to recall if I had actually shared the gospel with her before.
Did you read it, I asked. Yes, she answered. Well, what was your answer to the million dollar question on the back, I followed up. What was the question, she asked. Will you go to heaven when you die, I answered. Oh yeah, she said, I'll go to heaven. I trusted in Christ at an early age, she said. My mom was a Sunday School teacher, she added.
That's great, I said. Are you following Him today, I inquired. Thus far, her answers didn't really seem that enthusiastic, almost half-hearted or somewhat superficial. She said she was following him, but her answer trailed off as if she wasn't really telling me the whole story.
I was definitely sincere in wanting to know her destiny and being concerned about her destiny and whether there was any real fruit of genuine repentance and a genuine walk with the Lord as born out by her responses and the insights they revealed. But she didn't really seem genuine. I hope I read her wrong and maybe she was just tired after a long day on her feet at work.
Hopefully the fact that someone even cared enough to ask about her eternal welfare meant something to her and encouraged her.
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