I guess I never spent enough time in the whole bar scene trying to pick up chicks . . .

I've been wrestling with my thoughts about evangelism lately. I really prefer a non-linear approach to discipleship (which includes pre-conversion experiences). But the part I seem to really suck at is meeting new friends that I can invite to join me as I follow Jesus.

Perfect example: I was headed for a coffee shop the other day, and I had myself all psyched up to just talk to whoever it was that I was sitting near - just talk, not "sell" anything to. So I walk in behind this college student looking dude (the backpack and monstrous "History of Art" textbook were my big clues . . . oh yea, and the coffee shop is across the street from a state university) and he sets his stuff down at a table, then gets in line to order. I'm thinking, "Oh yea, here it is - this guy would rather talk to me than read about art history," so I set my stuff down at the table next to his and I go to order. I had my opening lines all mapped out - "Art history, huh?" or "How do you think God feels about you looking at all those paintings of naked women?" or "Have you heard of the four spiritual laws?" It was gonna be great! (By the way, this is a pretty good illustration of why I had to go to church to meet my wife). O.k., o.k., I know you're all on the edge of your computer desk chairs waiting to see what happened. Well, actually nothing happened at all. By the time I got my coffee and went back to my table, the dude had picked up his backpack and art book and moved to the opposite side of the shop . . . I guess he did want to read about art history! Go figure.

Maybe I need to join a bowling league or something.