Plane Chit Chat

I sat beside her on the plane. She was a beautiful woman, around forty years old. Surprisingly, she was rather nervous about flying and I was thinking of how I could give her some assurances. As we talked she seemed to relax and she proceeded to pull out a book about dogs. Getting excited, she began to tell me about her passion for dogs, showing me pictures, suggesting I get this book too and read it. I listened about how inhumanely some dogs are treated and noted her burning desire to do what she could to free the dogs.

I, however, in one sense, sat there speechless. (I mean - anyone who knows me would see this situation as humorous - enough said) How could her excitement about dogs just spill over, while I, also, had something important to share? Yet, the words were stuck in my throat. Why is it that she could freely let me know about her love for dogs and I couldn’t tell her about my love for God? Oh, I so wanted to tell her, but my fear got in my way again.

As I’m mulling over this strange show and tell, I’m wondering . . . did God send me someone to show me how simply it’s done? Couldn’t I just have pulled out my Book and told her that she does not need to be afraid to die?

A quote I heard shortly after this incident went something like this: (I need to look this up)
“I’d rather tell you the truth and have you hate me than tell you lies and have you adore me.”
I pray that I can speak the truth in love and not worry about offending, but rather remember the possible eternal consequences of not saying something.