Soul to Soul

04

Here in Orange County, California we are not exactly known as people people.

We prefer the drive thru.

Why go inside the restaurant and interact with other human beings when you can have the convenience of staying in your car and talking to a box?

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been asked if I want ketchup or hot sauce with that.

Sometimes when I actually see the person in the window they ask me again as if I had not already answered them before.

I always say “No.”

Maybe sometimes I add a “No, Thank You!”

If they knew me, it would be clear I don’t have the motor skills to operate a moving vehicle and ketchup at the same time.

And yet, when I open up the bag with my food there is often ketchup in there.

These are not real conversations we are having.

 

I remember one time I went inside to place my order.

I can’t tell you what day of the week it was but I know it wasn’t a Sunday because I was at Chick-Fil-A.

I asked the man I was talking with at the counter for some of that delicious dipping sauce.

He forgot to give it to me.

He didn’t even say “My pleasure.”

I did something then I am ashamed to admit to you.

I got mad at the man.

I was treating him like my personal condiment dispenser.

But before I said something, I noticed he had a nametag.

I don’t know why it seemed revelatory to me this man had a name, but in that moment, it was like I could see him.

I saw his soul.

I saw inside of his body there was his spirit.

I knew then he was going to live forever. Even if his body stopped, his soul would go on.

I felt so ashamed for trivializing his eternal existence down to my own selfish desire for instant gratification.

I slowly started to turn around.

Over to my right were two people sitting across from each other and staring into each other’s eyes.

Behind me were three high school age girls who were giggling like they were gossiping.

Turning almost completely around now, there was an elderly man sitting by himself in a booth and staring into the distance.

CHICK-FIL-A IS FULL OF SOULS TODAY!

I almost missed seeing them because I was getting hot over some sauce.

I began to wonder about these souls around me. Were they lost or were they found?

Did those high school girls know they shouldn’t be talking like that?

Did that old man have anyone to talk to?

Was that couple really in love with each other’s souls or just staring at each other’s bodies?

I looked directly at this man in front of me. I looked into his eyes. And instead of saying something, I just smiled.

He smiled at me too.

It was like we were making more than eye contact, like we were seeing each other.

I prayed to God. Right then and there, I prayed for this man at Chick-Fil-A by the name on his tag. I prayed to the Father in heaven to save this man’s soul here on earth. I prayed his soul would not perish but have everlasting life.

I had not seen that man before. I have not seen him since.

But I saw him once.

And I know God sees him still.

The eyes of the Lord search to and fro over the whole earth. He sees straight into our souls.

He sees me as I write this.

He sees you as you read this.

This is how he wants us to see each other, soul to soul.

Now we are having a real conversation.

*Do you see people as souls?  Pray the Lord will open the eyes of your heart.  Pray for ALL people to be saved.  Pray for a revival here in Soul City, USA!

4 thoughts on “Soul to Soul

  1. Jesus never saw the many people following him as a distraction. He took time to care for them, individually, as souls with different needs- some blind, some unable to walk. But each person was unique- and loved by Jesus. Thanks Bobby for this important reminder.

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  2. This is so deep!! I’ve never ever thought things like that. To really look at a person as a soul is an incredible concept. If I did that I would be praying all the time. In my work there are so many souls there. They do not believe and I know I have the answer but they don’t want to hear it. If I just did my part , that’s all I can do.

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