A few years ago I met someone through a mutual friend at church. (Before you try to figure it out who I’m writing about, let me warn you that this comes from before my time in South Londonderry.) She was around my age. I invited her out for coffee. (Again, I love coffee!) I didn’t really have an agenda. Mostly, I wanted to get to know her, and I hoped that I could be one more connection that she had to church. That’s about it.
We hit it off. I spent most of the time listening to her. I don’t recall having any super deep conversations about faith or God, although neither one of us shied away from the topics either. The coffee was good. We went our separate ways that day.
Now, I know that sharing that half hour has meant more to her than I would have ever imagined on my way home that day. She still talks about it to our mutual friend. I’m not sure that she goes to worship services every week or that she has quite figured out her relationship with God. That’s okay. It’s not a rush. I do know that she goes to worship services. I do hope and pray that one day she will have the same relationship with God that has made all the difference in my own life.
It was a God moment for sure. I know that God can use almost anything to help others to know about His love for them. Sometimes we just have to be willing to share that cup of coffee.
This is written by Kathleen Blackey, follower of Jesus and co-pastor at First Baptist Church.