Wiping the tears from my eyes from saying goodbye to my family, I turned and made my way through the line of security. I glanced up at the guard at the front of the line, and he gave me a sympathetic smile. I sighed and forced myself to bring a brave smile to my face. That felt better.

   There was a gruff looking middle-aged man in front of me who started the typical "Where ya goin'?" conversation. I told him about Capernwray Bible Schools and Champfleuri, and he showed interest in Christianity and told me he believed some of it. I felt a nudging to share Christ with him, but my timidity and lack of words to say threatened to stop me.

   However, when I began to consider that this man was headed to an eternity separated from Christ, I realized how foolish and selfish my own inhibitions were. Taking a deep breath, I started the only way I knew how, with the good ol' Worldview question, "What do you think happens when you die?" This proved to be a good conversation starter and led us down the path of talking about different beliefs.

   As we were conversing, I glanced around me and realized that the people around us were intently listening to our discussion as well. We continued talking as we progressed through the line. I do not remember exactly what I said, I can assure you that it was in no way eloquent, but any words that I was able to muster up at the moment must have come from God.

   We separated before going through security. As I made my way towards my plane and stood in line for Starbuck's, I smiled. Not a forced smile of bravery, but a genuine smile of joy. A smile because I knew that no matter where I went in the world, no matter what I did, God could use me if I was just sensitive to His calling.