[Risk No. 684] Surge. Carnival worker.
While at a carnival in Willimantic, CT I walked passed a lone man who half-heartedly greeted me with a farewell as I left. As I walked by him I felt the Holy Spirit grip my heart. The further I walked away the more God spoke telling me to go back and talk to him. I felt the Spirit scream, “Take a risk!”. I was scared. It was risky. “What if he rejects me?” I thought to myself. As I continued to walk away, my inner voice and the Spirit’s voice grew louder in opposition. I stopped. I turned around. I walked back.
Hey, is there anything I can pray for you about?
“No…what do you need?”
Nothing at all. came my confused response. “Well what’s your name?” I shared my name, slightly discouraged. “Surge.” he replied.
I just felt God telling me to talk to you. Are you sure there’s nothing you’d like me to pray for you for?
Unable to think of anything else to say I ended the encounter with an
“Alright, well I hope you have a great night! God bless you.”
As I walked away the second time having taken the risk I couldn’t help but hear his words rattle through my now silent head. “What do you need?” Perhaps it was the odd setting of a carnival but can’t someone just give without an ulterior motive? Can’t someone encourage without indirectly asking for something in return? I have no regrets. Had I never yielded to the Spirit’s leading and talked to this man I would have all the regrets in the world.
I learned two things from my risk:
1.) Always take the risk. Who cares if they reject you? Love will never return void.
2.) We as Christians need to do a lot more selfless giving and a lot less selfish taking.
This was my first risk. It was awkward. It was awesome. – Gabriel