Last night after a difficult witnessing session, we saw another person come to know the Lord. Four hours later. With less than half in English. I like to think that I can be a pretty patient person, but sometimes I could eat my shoes from frustration. Four hours belabouring the same points that the guy seemed to grasp right away. Four hours randomly going off topic so badly that even I had trouble following the train of thought. God was merciful to this person because He must have granted him a great deal of wisdom and clarity to cut through the distractions and grasp the heart of the gospel. I guess some people just like to talk a lot.
My problem is the opposite. As a person who struggles to express himself all the time, I'm no monologuer. Maybe it's because I focus more externally rather than thinking about what to say next. Particularly when I'm witnessing. When I listen, what are they trying to say? Inflections, hesitations, body language. When I speak, how are they reacting? Do they appear to agree? Do they understand? Are they paying attention?
Oh well, I have to remember that it's not about my way or your way; it's about God's way. That and the whole reason I do it isn't to convince anyone of anything. It is to glorify Him who sent us - to point to the One who accomplishes such great things though His Holy Spirit.
Wisdom and majesty power and glory be unto Your holy name now and forevermore.
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