’scuse me, would you like to hear about the word of God?
I was already late on my way to class, as usual, but the earnest tone of his voice, and the look he had as if he had been standing out there in the unseasonably warm weather for the past hour or so, made me jolt to a stop.
Thanks… I’m just here to tell you about the wonderful plan that God has for me and everyone else around the world and
I fumbled for my Ipod controls and turned it off. If he was going to launch into a presentation the least I could do was listen. Unfortunately, things wouldn’t turn out as well as either of us intended.
“What denomination are you from again?”
…Church of Latter Day Saints…
My mind had already triggered into its base instincts, and flight was the solid option. A litany of excuses poured out of my mouth. “Sorry man, I don’t have the time, I’m late for class already”, I said, half ready to break into a run. I really didn’t want to miss this class.
Well, thanks, it was nice meeting you.
Likewise… though I couldn’t walk away without feeling a tangible sense of disappointment. Is my life so important that I couldn’t spare some time for him? What excuse can I make to God? I’m sorry, I don’t have the time? That someone else would be able to talk with him?
Troubling thoughts indeed.