Sally was a teenager who had run away from home after having siphoned off a large amount of her family’s money. Sort of a classic case of teen rebellion. I put her story on a computer-designed greeting card telling what I knew about her situation and how much her folks wanted her to come back home. I ended the story with a request for prayer for Sally, for her protection, and for her return.
One evening I took several copies of the cards to the mall where teenagers were hanging out. Most of the kids were together as couples or in groups of three. I would stop them and say something like this, “I want to give you a card that tells the story of a girl about your age who has left home. I’d like you to read her story, and if you believe in prayer, please pray for her.” No one was rude to me or refused to take the card. In one case a couple of the girls went over and sat on a bench to read the card. Another said she did pray and she would take the card to her church group. Others just responded politely. When I got down to only three cards, I met a group of four. They were “groomed” in a most non-conformist way. I started to back out of stopping them. But I did and gave them my last three cards, and walked on. Then I heard a girl come up behind me say,
“Ma-am, would you give me one of those cards?”
“I’m sorry, Babe,” I replied, “I’m all out.”
“All right,” she said, “I’ll just read my friend’s.”
I recalled that incident last week when I made comments to dawnliz https://dawnlizjones.files.wordpress.com/2015/08/ox-plough-253406_1280.jpg
Dawn had used a picture and a scripture about plowing up the fallow ground. I told Dawn that I was rather pessimistic about “planting seeds (spiritually)” in areas I considered to “far gone” for me to have any influence.
As I said that I recalled this interaction with teens. It was really a pleasant evening with them. They were very gracious in spite of the way they looked! That’s probably what thought of me also! Why didn’t/don’t I do that sort of thing more often? I was a bit spooked when going to my car; I questioned in my mind about whether I should be passing out anything in that place; I thought it was probably not the “right” thing to do – going around and stopping teens. Dumb, huh? But I didn’t do it again.
I don’t really know how to end this. I’ll just say, “I think I missed meeting some really nice kids, just because I let the negative thoughts get through to me.” After all, security might have told me to stop, but they wouldn’t have put me in jail!
I could have been (or be) out there “plowing up the fallow (and maybe, fertile) ground.”