Vitals

My friend Jennifer and I went into Portland to the Vital Records Office and made it back without any scars. Going into Portland, I set my expectations high that I'm either going to get lost or become anxious over parking or get lost. It was a surprisingly uneventful event. First, we found it with no problem because it was 7 blocks away from where I used to work. Second, we didn't have to pay for parking because a very nice man gave us his parking receipt that had an hour and fifteen minutes left on it. Third, we were in and out with 4 birth certificates in about 15 minutes.

But, here's the sad part. I wanted to pass on the parking pass that had a good hour on it, so I walk through the parking lot looking for someone who I can "bless." The first guy I approached had just ran his debit card and was already retrieving his ticket. Too late. I then walk a little farther, dodging a woman in her minivan trying to park, and wait for her to roll down her window so I can give her this parking ticket. Mind you, it's only a dollar to park for an hour. So, I give her the ticket. She saves a buck. But, what struck my spiritual heart and conscience is that I wonder why I don't have the same enthusiasm, courage and willingness to get the gospel into someone's hand? What am I so afraid of?

Ironic that I was at the vitals office. A place that hands out certificates of birth, death and marriage. Go deep with the spiritual comparisons found in scripture on each of these.