I just had a nice conversation with a gentleman yesterday who explained to me that his worldview has changed three times in his life. I was at Starbucks having my favorite brew when he approached me – due to the title of a book I had lying on the table next to my laptop.
“I just noticed that your book over there is on humanism,” he offered as he reached out his hand. I felt a little uncomfortable thinking that he might be thinking that I am either a humanist or something.
“Actually, I am doing some research for a book that I am writing,” I responded back. The cashier called out my total so I paid with my Starbuck’s card then turned again to my acquaintance that was still standing there.
“Mind if I sit with you for awhile,” he asked, as he waited for an answer.
“No, I would love the company,” I answered, still wondering what he was thinking.
I sat down and closed my laptop as the gentleman sat down opposite me and leaned his elbows on the table. He placed his chin in his hands and asked me another question.
“Are you a humanist?” He asked with the second question since I first met him a few minutes before.
“No, actually I am a pastor,” I stated. “I am researching for a book that I am writing and secular humanism is only one worldview that I will be presenting. I plan to cover every major worldview with a thorough overview. I’ll provide excellent references to my readers, at the end of each chapter, giving them ample opportunity to investigate each worldview more thoroughly if they so desire.” I opined which seemed to satisfy his curiosity.
He then launched into a dialog that was quite informative and interesting to me so I sat back and listened.
“In my teens and through college, I considered myself an agnostic,” he began with a look of reflection on his face. “I came from a Christian family and never quite fit in with the rest of my family of origin in that regard.” He looked away, sighed, and returned his gaze on me and began again. “As the years passed, I became an atheist or, at least, I thought I was for some years,” he continued as I listened closely to what he had to say.
“I remember when I had my first real encounter with Jesus Christ,” he continued. “In my prideful, human knowledge of how the world works and how everything came to be, I had overlooked one, very important thing, my friend,” he stated in a very matter-of-fact manner — then he reached for his cup, raising it to his lips, and drank deeply from it. I was waiting for him to continue when a friend of his dropped by the table and exchanged greetings with him. He introduced me and told his friend he would be right over as soon as he finished telling his story.
“Man, that hit me, hit me right between the eyes…”
“That is one of my very best friends,” he offered as he settled back in his chair. “I introduced him to my Lord Jesus Christ about 5 years ago this month as a matter-of-fact,” he stated with satisfaction in his eyes. “I never miss a Friday morning discussing Jesus with him, haven’t missed a Friday in over 5 years,” he continued, obviously thinking back over those years—then he turned his eyes on me again and continued.
“Back to my story,” he resumed, “I was on a camping trip alone up in Montana, guess it was about 22 years ago. No wait, it was 23 years ago because I remember it was on my 35th birthday.”
“Wait,” I interjected—putting my own cup down and leaning over the table. I whispered, “You were an atheist right up until the time of that camping trip?”
“Yep, I suppose I was, or perhaps I wasn’t,” he said in a soft voice, obviously revisiting that day in his mind. “It was about 3 o’clock in the afternoon,” he announced. “I was lying on top of my sleeping bag, the sky overhead was overcast—I, my friend, was reading the Bible for the first time in many, many years. When I first felt the need to turn to 2nd Corinthians 6:20-21, I almost ignored the feeling. When I had read that particular Scripture, I looked down to chapter 2,” he mused, taking another sip from his cup.
Putting the cup down again, he read from his Bible, “Working together with Him, we also appeal to you, ‘Don’t receive God’s grace in vain.” For He says: I heard you in an acceptable time, and I helped you in the day of salvation. Look, now is the acceptable time; now is the day of salvation.” When he finished, he looked up at me and in a voice with more conviction than I have heard in quite some time from anyone, he whispered, “I don’t know why I never heard those Scriptures quite like that before.” He was silent for about a minute, then he looked back up at me and continued.
“Man that hit me — hit me right between the eyes and settled deeply into my heart. I called out to Jesus right then and there. I went down on my knees. I confessed all of my sins, repented from the depths of my humbled soul, and asked forgiveness and for Him to come into my life.” He was quite for a little while, and then continued, “I’ve never looked back, no sir, not once have I ever looked back,’ he mused. “No sir, I spend my life now talking to people about Jesus and the good news of the gospel”
After about another minute had passed, I reached over and shook his hand. He looked me in the eyes, finished his coffee, and stood up while gathering his things.
“See ya around,” he said through a small grin. I watched as he ambled over to his friend’s table. I sat there thinking, as I watched him walk away, that I had just heard the message of a spiritually solid testimony. I had just witnessed his testimony that had granted this man hope and purpose in this life with the reward of eternal life in the future.
I continued my research all the while remembering the look in his eyes when he revealed how those verses had affected him. I thought about his saying, “Man, that hit me, hit me right between the eyes…” I finished my morning’s research and left Starbucks. I left with the feeling that I had just received something more than a wonderful cup of coffee and good company.
I left there with a song in my heart and a strut in my step. That gentleman had been much, much more than just a new acquaintance. He had provided some salt and light right there at that little table in the middle of Starbucks. I left there after an encounter with Jesus.
I hope this story blessed you as much as it did me. I will be back with the next installment on secular humanism next post. I just felt that this encounter with my new acquaintance might just touch your heart in a way that my words could never do. There is just something very tangible in the air when God works.
Until next time!
Question: Regardless of your personal worldview at this time, have you ever looked up at a starry night and thought – creation makes sense?