Opportunity for the Gospel: Knowing my Barista

While grabbing a cup of coffee at my neighborhood Starbucks last week I ended up in a conversation with my barista. (I'll keep her name out of this post just in case...er...well, just in case.) For some reason she thought I was from Turkey and we began a conversation about culture and living in Nebraska.

This week I stopped in and she immediately began telling me about her family in Turkey and how she has family that are missing after the recent earthquake.

After listening for some time I offered to pray for her and her family. She thanked me and the conversation moved to Libya. She was concerned with the circumstances in which Moammar Gadhafi killed by a mob shouting that "praise allah."

It was clear that she was a muslim woman who was offended at the idea of muslims committing violent acts in the name of her god.

My point is that I am convinced that she never would have expressed her feelings on the whole "praise allah" issue had I not offered to pray for her.

The next time I go into that particular Starbucks I look forward to taking the next step in our conversation, letting her know that I prayed for her family and friends still in Turkey. The ones recovering from the earthquake.

I will let her know that I prayed to the Father in the name of Jesus. Who knows, maybe it'll spark a conversation that will allow me to tell of how I "praise Jesus."

Acts 17:26 says

And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, that they should seek God, and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us...

It is no mistake that I happen to frequent that particular Starbucks and that this particular Turkish barista happens to work there. Perhaps God is allowing her to "feel" her way toward him. I'm praying for her. Praying she finds someone worthy of real praise. Namely, Jesus.

UncategorizedElvin Torres