I just finished a post on the same subject I’m about to address.
In that post, I wondered whether these kind of stories really happen daily. I got to thinking about that, and I don’t have a story like those from today.
But I do have one from yesterday.
I went to a men’s breakfast in the Memphis area yesterday morning. I’d been warned that there’s a guy who comes to that breakfast who likes to teach and spouts a bunch of Scriptures that are often not practical or applicable. I was warned it might be very difficult to listen to him, and it was suggested to me that it might be good to pray he wouldn’t make it that weak.
I think there was some worry about my getting in a debate with him, but I don’t debate people who aren’t interested in learning. I discuss with people who want to learn together with me; I don’t debate people unless it’s necessary for the sake of bystanders.
Anyway, I prayed God’s will would be done at the breakfast.
It turned out the fellow they warned me about had to leave early. Before he left he piped up and gave a little speech that helped me understand what people had warned me about. He slipped into a preacher voice, used "praise God" a lot, and said a couple controversial things that he had no intention of discussing or being educated about—and he wasn’t educated on those things.
However, he also spoke long enough for me to see something I liked in him.
One, he made an effort to relate part of what he said to something another guy had said. He did it positively, and it gave honor to the previous speaker.
He didn’t have to do that; he just did it.
Two, his point included a story about a brother that admonished him. He listened to that brother even though there was financial loss involved in doing so.
In other words, this fellow stayed short enough not to disrupt and take over the breakfast—which I’ve heard has been a problem—but long enough for me to get a glimpse of something good in him.
There are younger brothers interacting with this man who are not sure they should be as tolerant with him as they are. As a result of that short time, I was able to encourage them that I’d probably be tolerant, too.
I left the breakfast intending to drive to Jackson, Tn to find a spot there to do some writing and research.
I was going to go the fastest way, jumping onto the freeway, which would take me all the way to Jackson. Somehow, though, I just couldn’t get myself to do so. I felt compelled—an easy thing to happen to me, as I like country drives—to take an old highway to Jackson.
On the way, one of those young brothers from Memphis called me to ask me about my statement that there was something sweet about this man in the story above.
I explained to him what I meant, and it encouraged him. Then he asked me some questions about how to get through to another brother that’s having trouble following some advice he desperately needs.
I was driving on an empty highway, hardly ever seeing a car. The drive was leisurely, and the conversation was pleasant to have. Generally, I hate talking on the phone, and dodging all those trucks between Memphis and Jackson would not have helped.
Now atheists hate it when I tell stories like that. I’ve been called stupid and naive, and stories like this have been called asenine and pointless.
I think God led me to drive on a country highway rather than the freeway because he wanted me to talk to that young brother freely.
Apparently, those things don’t happen on a daily basis. I don’t have one from today. However, if I remember these (this post and my previous one) from the last two weeks, it’s because there’s been three times as many events just like those.