There is a lady who works the drive thru at the Starbucks that I frequent. I don’t know her name. She is middle-aged. Thin. Tanned (I always notice that because I am extremely and annoyingly pale!). Shy. More importantly, she is always…ALWAYS…smiling. This morning I was in line in the drive thru. And while I was waiting for the car in front of me to get their order, I heard this voice in my head say, “Do you know how much Jesus loves you?” I immediately thought, “Oh no Lord. PLEASE not now!” I knew those words were meant for the lady at the window. I rarely do that. I just don’t like to do those “drive-by’s”, as I call them. One sentence and you’re done kind of thing. And sometimes, saying stuff like that is a little uncomfortable. Especially when you know others are listening. I pull up to the window and contemplate whether or not I want to look like a weirdo today and I thought, “Joy, get over yourself and just say it!” So, I get my drink and it’s my last chance and I say, “At the risk of sounding crazy….do you know how much Jesus loves you?” She has obviously been caught off guard and she looks at me for a second and then says, “I don’t know much.” I sort of lost my speech at this point because I was not expecting such an honest answer. I figured I would get a simple “yes” and it would be over. All I could think to reply was “Well, He does.”
She says ok and I’m off with my double short cinnamon dolce latte. I pulled away from her and my heart broke. It’s still broken. I keep hearing her words in my head over and over. “I don’t know much. I don’t know much. I don’t know much.” She doesn’t know??!! Has no one told her?! I mean, this woman has spent, at least, 40 to 50 years on this earth….and she doesn’t know? Has no one told this woman about Jesus? In my past experience with these kind of situations, most people say yes in response to the “do you know” question. Most people know the story about Jesus. Lost people know the story of Jesus. I ask that question to the homeless people I come in contact with all the time and every single one of them always say yes. Now…is every single homeless person I’ve talked to saved? Probably not. But they know and have, at least, heard that Jesus loves them. But not this woman. And I am honestly shocked….and sad.
I will see her again and I’m not sure what I will say. Or what she will say. I can only hope and pray that the lines of communication are opened further. I just can’t get over the fact that she doesn’t know….and that we haven’t told her. What are we doing?! How is it that a woman can live 50 years on this earth and not have, at least, heard that Jesus loves her? It amazes me how people will jump at the opportunity to go on a mission trip, but neglect the people in their own country…state…city…neighborhood…office…home. I am in no way insulting people who want to be involved in missions. I am all for missions. Of course, I am! I truly admire people who have a sincere heart to leave the comforts of their family and home for the sake of the lost. But not everyone is called to go to other countries. I am one of them. I have not been called to leave this country for the sake of the gospel. What amazes me more is that I have neglected my duty, and a command, to tell others the Truth. As I stated earlier, it is uncomfortable…and I get embarrassed easily. My cheeks turn red. I lose all ability to speak and it’s just not a pretty sight. It is easier to share the gospel from the stage than it is to share it one on one. But something must change. The church has taken the gospel to nearly every place on this earth, and somehow there are people in the United States of America who have not heard. If we call ourselves Christians, then we have no excuse for this. There is no excuse for a woman within 2 miles of my home…that I see numerous times a week…to have not heard that Jesus loves her. I have no excuse. Everything I say and do should be about Jesus. And it’s not. Every move I make should be about Jesus. And it’s not. Everything I now know about life and death…heaven and hell…the utter emptiness in sin and it’s vain pleasures…should compel me. But it doesn’t. I have become complacent and desensitized to the walking dead.
So, the question is, in light of the things said here, when YOU lay your head down at night, and you are all alone with yourself and with God…is…your…conscience…clear? Mine is most definitely not clear.
I don’t intend to offend, but this is no light matter here. I have to give an account. And you have to give an account. We will all stand before “Him who is seated on the throne”. And although He is full of mercy, and our sins have already been judged, how horrible it would be to have to say to Him who, for our sake, felt the full measure of God’s wrath for sins he did not commit, “Lord, I just didn’t want to be embarrassed.” God help us.
Thank you for reading.