Why My Opinion Doesn’t Matter

Saturday I was at Costco pumping gas and noticed the price had dropped. I commented to the attendant and we had a short discussion about the gas crisis before he got called away to help another customer having trouble with a pump. Afterwards I reflected about this. What had I accomplished? What does sharing my opinion on social or political matters really accomplish? 

Later, that evening, I was sitting quiet and my wife asked me what I was thinking about. I was thinking about not wasting time with my opinion and the talk I’d had earlier. It was strange because I couldn’t remember what the conversation had even been about. In fact it took me some time to recall where it took place and what it was about. But I did know this one thing: I had wasted God’s opportunity to witness to a man who likely needed to know Jesus. 

Thankfully during the rest of the day I was able to tell 6 other people that Jesus had changed my life. We pulled into a car wash run by some marines and I was able to give out 5 tracks and invitations as different fellows came by with hose, squeegee, towels and the such. Then at a retail store I was able to talk with a lady manager. I don’t remember the names of all these folks but what really matters is that I took God’s opportunity and did something of eternal value with it. If the statement “For to me to live is Christ” is true then won’t I be telling others about Him? How dare I even imagine I am being obedient if I am not telling others about Him? And what a shame if I walk away leaving the person with my opinion on the price of gas (or some other subject) but nothing about my Jesus!  

My opinion matters so very little in the light of eternity. It is my pride that makes me think that my opinion matters. And it is crazy to think it's more important than God’s good news. The last instruction Jesus gave to his followers was spread the gospel and I stand guilty of seldom doing it. So I am committing to obey Him and to telling folks about him whenever I can. My greatest joy would be to see one of them come to church one day, accept Christ and start telling others about what Jesus did for them! I pray for this blessing and so I will continue to tell others about Jesus and leave my opinions for the very last thing because, really, after all, they don’t mean much.