The parents of our neighbor moved in with her in October. We have spoken with her father, John, several times. He is nice enough...weathered face, ex-special forces, long gray hair pulled back in a ponytail. You probably have seen the type. I think he has probably had many interesting experiences in life.
Today is a fabulous day...proving that Texas really is God's country...but that's beside the point. I was outside watching the kids play and soaking up the sun after two days of Seattle-like drizzle. John came over and started talking.
Once again, he brought up the fact that he is an atheist. As a believer, I know the cure for the disease of atheism, but how does that play out when I am actually talking to an atheist? I enjoyed the conversation, and John actually brought up a lot of things to which I could give Christian answers without beating him up with it. But I kept praying the whole time for God to give me the right words to speak...the right actions to display...the right heart and attitude to exude.
I want to be who God wants me to be. I want to make God smile. I want to make a difference. I guess we will see if John is part of that plan. I will keep praying.