Hallway
conversations that begin like this have pretty much only one way to go.
I had one at SALT, but they are common enough that I can give you a
profile:
The speaker is a young lady, in her late 20’s or maybe early 30’s, and single. She comes, like Nicodemus, for a clandestine conversation: she is considering missions, but is terrified that she’ll end up like me: 60 something and single. I represent her worst nightmare, its personification, to which she is irresistibly drawn.
A pleasant greeting perhaps, with a request to talk with me, disintegrates quickly as she blurts out, “I don’t want to be like you!”

She is afraid of God, afraid of her call, afraid to take the risk. I wish I had a nickel for every conversation I’ve had like this.

My script is relatively short. I’ve learned to cut to the chase: to talk about the Threshold Guardians of fear in her heart.
“There are no guarantees,” I promise. “No conditions you can make. Are you going to follow Jesus or not? Are you going to trust him for marriage or contentment in singleness?”
It's a bucket of cold water, I know. But also the reality check needed to rout lies and fear from an anxious mind. We end in prayer, rehearsing the truths, and say goodbye with a hug.
I almost never hear from her again. I’m not sure if I’ve salvaged any calls by these converstations, but I know each one has had one more chance to face her Threshold Guardians and move past them. I hope to meet every one of these precious women in heaven, having successfully completed their Hero’s Journey: the call to follow Christ. Unconditionally. Single or married. God bless them.
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