Updated: Oct 8, 2018
The other day I decided to be adventurous: I took a bus from Namadi Heights to downtown Suva. I’ve not ridden the bus by myself since my days as a strawberry picker at Dugualla Bay farms on Whidbey Island. Needless to say, it was an eye-opening experience. You see things from a different perceptive from a bus window.
After a forty-five-minute ride, I arrived at “Grand Central Station.” Buses and people were speeding by, and there I stood in the midst of it all like a fish out of water. I had a long list of places to go, but absolutely no idea about how to get there. So, I did what most men do: I chose a direction, walked confidently, and refused to ask for directions. But I was fooling no one! I could see it in the eyes of those who passed by me — “another lost American.”
At that moment — call it God’s grace or the friendliness of the Fijian people — a man stopped me and asked, “Where do you need to go? I’ll take you.” Swallowing my pride, I told him, and off we went, zigzagging through the streets of Suva. I (he) was navigating the city like a local.
Standing out can be an uncomfortable and intimidating feeling, but spiritually speaking, this is what Christ calls us to do — to stand out as lights of truth in a world of darkness. People should notice that Christians are different; people should be drawn to us out of curiosity and we should not be afraid to tell them of our purpose and Heavenly calling (II Corinthians 5:20).
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven — Matthew 5:14-16.
When you choose to step out of your comfort zone and ride the bus, God will lead you to some unfamiliar places. But there He will broaden your understanding, humble you a little bit more, teach you some valuable lessons, and open doors for you to reach the lost.
Not only did I get all my errands completed in record time, but I was able to connect with my friendly tour guide. He taught me several new Fijian phrases (yadra means “good morning;” vakacava tiko means “how are you?”), explained the Fijian culture, introduced me to his friends, invited me to visit his village, gifted me with a beautiful souvenir, and, most importantly, allowed me to share with him the precious Gospel of Jesus Christ.
I’m glad that I rode the bus. It took the steering wheel out of my hands and allowed God to put me in a place where I could grow and be used for Him.