“We were talking about you at church yesterday,” said my friend, Angie, whom I hadn’t talked to since we moved to South Carolina.
“Why were you talking about me at your church in SoCal?”
Angie’s church has a new pastor. Last Saturday, they had a roundtable discussion on evangelism. The new pastor wants to motivate the church members to be more active in sharing the Gospel. She asked church members what they thought would be an effective way to accomplish that goal.
“I shared with those around the table a question my friend, Shah, had asked me years ago,” Angie continued. “He asked me that if I die tonight, will my neighbors miss me tomorrow?” He wanted me to know if my presence in my neighborhood made a difference so much that the neighbors would be aware of my absence.”
Angie ended her story by telling me, “As soon as I finished sharing my story, our new pastor said, ‘I love ProfeShah. He used to be one of my favorite professors at LIFE Bible College.’”
Growing up in Iran, my Muslim parents taught me the value of caring for our neighbors, and once I became a follower of Christ, my love and concern for my neighbors became more genuine and authentic, which is probably the most organic and natural way to share the love of God with another human being.
After almost two years of living in South Carolina, Karen and I still get calls from our old neighbors who MISS us and wish we were still back in the old SoCal neighborhood.
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