On a crispy Orlando morning, I pulled my suitcase on wheels with one hand, and with the other, I carried my white cane. After giving my husband a kiss goodbye at the counter outside the airport, I began my adventure.
As usual, every trip I take is a true journey to the unknown. Although I know the destination, I don’t know whom God will put in my path as I travel.
It might be the escort who helps me navigate through the airport. Or the person beside me at the gate. Or it might be the one in the seat next to me in the plane. But what I do know is that as we chat, curiosity will surface.
It did recently with the escort who helped me to the gate. I held his arm and we made our way through the crowd. We walked across the security point and to the gate.
I asked about his job, his family, etc.
As we drew closer to the gate, he said, “May I ask you a personal question?”
I predicted what it would be. So I gave a joyful smile. “Sure, go ahead.”
He hesitated a bit. “Were… were you born blind? Or did you have an accident?”
Inwardly I grinned because I knew the door had been opened. The opportunity just knocked and the chance to share my story had arrived.
“No, I wasn’t born blind,” I said. “When I was 30 years old, a hereditary retinal disease took my sight completely.”
I heard a gasp. “Wow! You mean you see nothing at all? Or do you see a little bit?”
“No, I see nothing.” I chuckled a bit. “In fact, I see the same with my eyes closed as with my eyes open.”
“It must be so hard.”
“No,” I said, “actually, it’s not. Let me tell you how my life turned out…”
I began the brief version of my story. I related the emptiness that ached in me when I was sighted. The fear that overcame me at times. The insecurities I spent time covering up. And even the nagging desire to reach the stuff that often eluded me.
And when I lost my sight, I was horrified at first. Then came God’s Word, His promises and His instructions to seek Him first. I did. And my life was restored. I had asked God for what I wanted—my eyesight back. But He gave me what I needed—20/20 spiritual vision to see who Jesus is, what He offers, and how He restores what’s broken.
Thirty years after losing my sight, opportunities to share that same story happen frequently. And although for most, the story may not be about losing their eyesight, the fact Christ dwells within is worth sharing, worth repeating and worth re-telling over and over again.
Those opportunities will arrive, in unexpected moments and come about more often because the world is becoming darker, more cruel and violent. And rather than remain silent, let’s embrace divine audacity to share Christ and follow these 10 tips:
1. Be aware. God may open the door for us to recount our story—in our home, at the doctor’s office, at work, at the mall. Being aware is the key as one may find opportunities in strange places. Jesus glanced up the sycamore tree and there was Zacchaeus. “When Jesus reached the spot, he looked up and said to him, ‘Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.’ So he came down at once and welcomed him gladly.” (Luke 19:5-6)
2. Be willing. The desire to share God’s goodness burns inside when willingness remains alive till the end. “The love of most will grow cold, but he who stands firm to the end will be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come.” (Matthew 24:13-14)
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SOURCE: Crosswalk, Janet Perez Eckles