Monday, February 1, 2010
It never fails, I get a lot of comments when I buy a week's worth of milk for our family. We're pretty big milk drinkers, and so I buy a lot at once, and freeze it so that I'm not running to the store every single day.
Until today, the most memorable comment was a lady who looked startled at my 40 or so liters of milk, and asked, "What are you going to do with that? You're not going to drink it are you? It's poison!"
I got under conviction after that one. Not about the milk, of course, but about how this woman could be so ardent about something like the "poison" of milk, and I wasn't that ardent to walk up to total strangers and tell "You're not going to indulge in THAT sin are you? It's poison!"
Today there was another chat at the milk bar. (You can get a deal if you bring your own containers and get them filled, which makes it more obvious when I come with my 3 big bags of plastic stuff.) A man came up and asked, "Are these all yours?" or something like that. We got talking about whether milk is good for you or not, and he told me he had cancer of the tongue, but that he had beaten it. He used to smoke, he said, and someone told him eating KFC could cause cancer.
Phew! I wanted to witness to him so bad. When someone tells you they've had a near brush with death, you want to help make sure he's ready for the next life, and if you know the answers, you want to help.
I don't rememeber my exact words, but I was able to share with him, which felt funny because he was quite a bit older then me, and a man, and so forth, but it went well. He agreed with me! He said Jesus could take away fear of death, but it was special. It was as though he was reminding himself for the first time in a long time. I don't know, but, as always, Cherish's story was a help as I shared about that.
We parted a few minutes after our jugs were filled. I think he bought 4 liters which is, of course, terribly important to the story :-)