She caught me off guard remarking that she remembered me from before. Amidst her multitude of clients, I stood out. I asked if it was my striking good looks or abiding charm. No response. {Cue cricket sound.} She commented further that I seemed rather organized and methodical. She inquired as to my birthday month, then proceeded to diagnose my Astrological sign.
Without missing a beat, and in the proper flow of cordial dialog, I retorted, “I don’t know much about that. I don’t worship the stars, I worship the One who made the stars.” She smiled and pondered.
A different day, a stop at the pharmacy to pick up prescriptions was in order. A pleasant and professional counter person, minus body art and gum, requested my birthdate for security verification purposes. She too, initiated direct comment regarding Astrology and me. I sensed my opening. Politely, I asked if I could share an observation. She agreed. I then offered my standard line concerning reverence of stars versus the Creator of said stars. She succinctly responded, “Hmmm, I’ll have to think about that”.
As an evangelist, I not only seize any and every opportunity to preach the gospel, I look for natural platforms to let my light shine. Am I naive to think that possibly I planted a small seed for spiritual perspective? If so, paying bills may still be a pain, but at least it makes the hurt worthwhile.