Jesus lives in me...

One of my biggest fears lately is that I forget how to engage in conversations with people. I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could talk to strangers.  (I was in Colorado, so in the back of my mind, I knew I most likely would never see these people again, so my confidence was very high). I saw a guy and he was sitting at the bar making eye contact with me since the very moment I sat down. Finally after five minutes after awkward eye contacts and smiles, I asked him to join my table. (Mind you, there were men in a table behind me that if something went awkward, I knew had my back). He continued to talk for the next two hours or so.  I came to find out he was Jewish and he asked, "Are you still willing to talk to me?" I said, "Of course, we were all Jewish at one point." He just smiled and we talked about baseball and skiing. But that is not all, we talked about sins, gluttony, heaven, and having meaning in life.  I most likely will never see Aaron in my life again, but it will be one night I will never forget.

On the airplane Sunday night, I was reading a book entitled, "The Thrill of the Chaste:  finding fulfillment while keeping your clothes on." I was sitting next to a man who were very pleasant the whole trip.  Close to the end of the flight, he asked, "So what are you reading there?" He read it, and only kept saying the word, "Yeah..." I think he was a little shocked that a young women was reading and making comments about how our society has forgotten about chastity and purity and how I am more than willing to start changing the culture.  I challenged him at the end to give it a try to.  Yes, the conversation was only three minutes, but it was three minutes.

So why I am telling you these stories... not for glory, but rather showing you that Jesus lives in me and that's how I can be bold.  Is Jesus living in you?