I also didn’t want to come across as a hypocrite to my employer, going home sick and then going on holiday. However, my immediate boss told me that because I made the effort to come in sick, not to record the rest of the day as sick leave when I left. When she heard we had won, she said ‘ go for it’, which made me feel better.
By Sunday morning I was starting to feel much better.
…but before I had a chance to answer her, she was making a beeline for him.
|Parliament Buildings, the ‘Beehive’,|
In New Zealand, unlike a lot of other countries, we have very good access to our politicians. Most are very approachable, and generally don’t mind mingling with the public as long as they are respectful in return. Where I work in downtown Wellington, it is a common occurrence to see them going in and out of shops and cafes, chatting to the public, or jogging around the waterfront (although, not so much The Prime Minister himself).
I spotted some of them in their civvies, stationed in various areas around the courtyard, eyes scanning left and right, ready to jump at the first sign of trouble. I was aware not to rush over to him, lest they think there was something sinister about to happen.
|John Key takes charge of the camera.|
We joked about his prospects in the upcoming election this September (his National Party were way ahead in the opinion polls). Then my wife asked if we could have our photo taken with him. He said “Sure, no problem!”. But she couldn’t get it lined up properly. He said “Here, I’m used to doing it” (he is famous for them, just Google ‘John Key selfies’).
He grabbed the phone and took the picture on the right.
We shook hands again, wished each other well, and all went on our way. It all confirmed to both of us how down to earth he was. He truly is a nice man – despite the fact he voted in favour of the Redefinition of Marriage Bill, allowing Gay Marriage.
(Don’t tell anyone, but my wife spotted him again later in a clothing shop with his wife. She was trying on boots while he was sitting on a chair in the corner catching 40 winks…!)
Not long after that, we headed to the airport to catch our flight home.
The trip was both exhilarating and exhausting at the same time. You know, one of those holidays where you pack so much in, you need another one just to get over it.
Then about a week ago something dawned on me:
I had just had my own personal two-minute audience with the Prime Minister of New Zealand. Just him, my wife, and myself. Something not a lot of New Zealanders can brag about…
BUT I DIDN’T SIEZE THE OPPORTUNITY TO WITNESS TO HIM!
It wasn’t because I couldn’t summon up the courage. It wasn’t because I was star-struck. It wasn’t because I never came prepared (I had million-dollar gospel tracts in my wallet). It wasn’t because I was getting over a sickness…
It was because the thought never even entered my mind.
And that’s the sad part.
I was so caught up in soaking up the blessings God was pouring out to me over the weekend, so self-absorbed – all to the detriment of evangelising. In fact, looking back, it never happened all weekend. I went on holiday, and so did my evangelising. That’s a hard lesson to learn, and something I needed to repent from.
Will John Key not go to heaven because I never witnessed to him?
Maybe yes, but ultimately no. God has placed knowledge of him in his heart so that he will have no excuse on Judgement Day (Rom 1:18-20), and I’m sure there have been and will be others ready and available to witness to him.
But I missed out on an opportunity to grow. And God missed out getting more glory.
I needed to witness to him not because he was anybody special – God does not show favouritism.
I needed to witness to him because he needed to be witnessed to.
Apparently he does have Jewish ancestry, and his wife is Catholic.
So there really was no excuse for me.
(Mr Key, I have linked you to this article via your twitter account. When you get the chance, please click on the About You page above. Thank you)
I know, I know – this was all providentially pre-arranged by God NOT to happen, and that I shouldn’t beat myself up about it because Christ has already forgiven me for it.
But I still have that sour taste in my mouth that doesn’t go away quickly.
All I can do about it now is suck it up, learn from it, and move on.
I can only pray that I seize the opportunity EVERY time the opportunity comes up with EVERYONE.
Will you support me in prayer too? And while you are at it, pray that God will give YOU the courage to witness EVERY opportunity you get!