Oblivious

When I was chaplain with the Brentwood Police Department, here’s one of the things I found out: people don’t pay attention.

Drivers run red lights they don’t see, pull through stop signs they don’t know are there, and pull out in front of cars they don’t see coming. And if people are ever asked to describe what they saw, well, good luck. They don’t know what kind of car it was.

I’m not saying they don’t know the difference between a Ford and a Chevy. Most people don’t know the difference between an eighteen wheeler and a sub-compact. They can’t describe the person involved in the crime. And if they try, their descriptions are hopelessly vague.

Let’s face it. We just don’t pay attention.

So, when friends tell me they don’t know anyone who’s not a believer, my response is, “Really?”

Then, I ask them to walk through their day.

The servers in their favorite restaurant. Are they believers?

The receptionist in their office?

The neighbor next door? Across the street?

The owner of their dry cleaners?

Their clients or customers?

Most will think for a minute and then, sheepishly reply, “I don’t really know.”

So, here’s my question to you, “Do you not know anyone who’s not a believer? Or are you oblivious?”