A Blessing in Broken Things

I broke my glasses yesterday.

Right in half! I was just cleaning them. I wonder if the Lord is telling me to go get my eyes checked. They really didn´t look repairable but hey, why not give it try. This morning I got out some super glue to do the trick but when that had no effect, I went by an eye-glass store and showed the poor state of my glasses to the employee. After talking for a few minutes he stated, "You're not from around here." "Are you part of that church?" he asked, referring to a church nearby started by one of our missionaries. I explained my association and he started sharing about the different missionaries who had come by his store and their friendliness.
Hmm....sounds like planted seeds.

The conversation later turned to current events as he shared his thoughts on Michael Jackson's death. I listened as he talked about the unjustness of his upbringing and his father's treatment toward him. I don't mind hearing out people's thoughts and reactions to his death but I do share that his death takes my thoughts to a different angle...as with any death I wonder, did this person know Christ?

Life can be quite "unjust." But that really is not important. The response, rather, deserves more focus...what is your reaction to that situation and where did that road take you? Closer to God or farther away?

For believers, "all things work together for good to them that love God..."

If one doesn't know Jesus Christ-- what does it profit if a man's gains everything the world has to offer, yet loses his soul? There is nothing sadder. No, I don't know the standing of an individual before God. I do know that rich or poor, every person dies and takes nothing with them. A memory or a legacy is but a dot when we consider eternal life.

We continued to talk and the man allowed me to share the gospel, showing genuine interest in hearing the gospel. That's my blessing. I had an opportunity to share the gospel because my glasses broke. Praise the Lord! Pray for him. His name is Gilberto.