Greetings from David Telbat, Reading Friends! This short story, “We Can Share,” is inspired by a couple different real events. I remember going to church as a kid on Wednesday nights and hearing men and women of God share their hearts. And I’ve witnessed over time how one person can incite other hearts to march forward for the Lord. Maybe the following short story won’t be so much about a memory for you, but possibly something about to happen in your community. I pray that’s so!
We Can Share
by D.I. Telbat
Scott sat in a middle pew at the Wednesday evening church service. It was the last Wednesday of the quarter, so it was testimony night. Normally, it was enough for Scott to sit, listen, and appreciate what others were thankful for or were anticipating from God because of recent growth. It had been several years since Scott had stood and shared anything himself.
But on this night, Scott was restless. Something was on his mind, and he knew God wanted him to speak up. The hour ticked by, and Scott resisted the Spirit’s urge to take a turn. He didn’t want the attention, and other people had more interesting things to say than he did, he decided.
Finally, at the end of the hour, the pastor wrapped up the evening with a spiritual thought, and he was about to pray, when Scott suddenly stood and blurted out his words.
“I’ve been thinking about the local college, lately.” He gripped the pew in front of him as heads swiveled to pay attention to him. “There are so many young lives over there. It would seem God wants them reached with the gospel, too.”
Scott nodded and sat down. Several parishioners nodded thoughtfully, and faced the pastor.
“Thank you, Scott. The college is certainly a—”
Just as abruptly as the first time, Scott leaped back to his feet.
“I’m going over to the campus after work tomorrow. I’d like to take others with me. We can share the gospel with the students as they come and go from evening classes.”
The sanctuary was silent. Seconds passed. It was an odd thought, so foreign to most of the parishioners. Did God really want them to leave their comfortable lives and comfortable plans to speak to the lost? To college kids?
“Anyone?” asked the pastor.
A woman on the left sheepishly raised her hand.
“I’ll go with you, Scott.”
“Me, too,” said a man who Scott knew to be a mechanic.
“I’m with you guys,” an older gentleman said. “I have some extra Bibles to take to pass out, too.”
One at a time, the whole sanctuary offered their evening for a night of sharing the gospel with needy souls.
After the service, the pastor approached Scott and shook his hand.
“I’ve been preaching here for sixteen years, Scott.” The pastor was beaming. “Sometimes, months go by and I see no fruit. And then in one night, a man refuses to be silenced. You’ve done more to mobilize these people in one night than I have in sixteen years!”
“I don’t think so.” Scott leaned closer. “After all, you’re the one who prepared all of our hearts for sixteen years. We’re just finally answering the call on a night I said something.”
“Amen. Well, this church will never be the same!”
COMING UP: To learn more about David Telbat’s upcoming new novel, join us next time for, “Tragedy in Distant Front.” Visit our Distant Front page to learn more about this next D.I. Telbat page-turner. And for the following post, come back for another new short story, “Welcome Home, Sergio.”