“I’ll ask him about the tract next time I’m here,” I decided.
He wasn’t there the next time.
About a week later, I remembered that promise when I spotted Johnny at the exit, his dreadlocks held back with his trademark blue bandanna, punching holes in shoppers’ cash register receipts. I handed Johnny my receipt and help up The Passage tract for him to see it.
“Hi, I’m the lady who gave you this booklet. Did you have a chance to read it?” I asked.
“Yes,” Johnny smiled.
“Would you like another one to give to a friend?” I asked, patting him on the shoulder.
“Have you ever asked Jesus Christ into your life?”
“Yes, I went to a Seventh Day Adventist school and I’m a Catholic, so I got it from both sides,” he beamed.
It was a joy to talk with Johnny even when our whole conversation was just minutes long. I hope I’ve learned that I can easily take a little time with people no matter how busy I think I am.