I’m a window cleaner. Not really by choice, but because for the last 3+ years, it’s what I’ve been given for provision.
That said, I am not really “built” to be a window cleaner. My body has responded to the repetition of window cleaning with hearty doses of pain, pretty much all the time. As a result, I actually have more compassion for people who walk around in constant pain.
What’s this have to do with the right words?
Well, I often strike up conversations with people while out doing window cleaning accounts. Today I saw a beverage distributor, a young, muscular guy with tattoos and an earring. He was unloading shrink wrapped packs of cans.
I said, “hey, does your back ever really hurt from all that lifting?” I figured suffering was a commonality between us. He said, “all the time,” then started telling me his life story.
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Well, the most significant part of it to him, that is: motorbike racing. He had been professionally racing bikes his whole life and as a result, had crashed many times and broken many bones. The job he did was the only one he could really get with no education. Despite his injuries and constant pain (exacerbated by the job!), he told me with great enthusiasm that he continues to race to this day.
I wanted to talk to him about the Lord, but I struggled with the words. My mind doesn’t go as fast as a racing motorbike; I process information slowly. I have to think about things a long time. Then the opportunity passes.
What question could I have asked this guy to open a door to talking about Christ? I’m interested to hear your input, thoughts, experiences you have had.