“He’s here,” I thought, “but I have to get home!”

The week before, as I left Bj’s Wholesale Club, I gave The Passage tract to Johnny. Now, on this trip, I had a tight schedule and needed to head straight home to start dinner.

“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.

“Yes!”

“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.