Under the gentle dabbling of the warm sun rays, blankets stretched themselves out in a picnic-like fashion on the lush green grass of a clear day. The early summer change of weather drew students out of their stuffy dorm rooms and out to the Virginian countryside surrounding the college campus. Trees thick with leaves sheltered the birds singing the new song of summer to each other. A group of college students lounge in the tranquility of a free week-day morning. The deep gong of the distant clock tower doesn’t stir them the least bit. One lies fast asleep with her headphones in her ears, three others lightly talk and laugh, and two others enjoy some reading.
The hilly countryside around campus had a knack for wooing both students and faculty into taking relaxing walks, so to no surprise the picnic is happened upon by a thin old man tromping over the hill with cane in hand. His wispy, gray hair bounced with his steps, his wire frame glasses reflected the sun, his walk is an aged, slow, and pleasant stride. Not wanting to disturb them, he veers to the left of the blankets, but they warmly call his name.
“Hey Professor Waggler!”
“Ah,” the old man replies in a learned voice, pretending as if he had just noticed them. “Well hello. Mind if I join you?” he inquired approaching and seating himself next to one of the young men who book marked and closed his Bible. The students delighted in his presence, they love Mr. Waggler, their beloved hermeneutics teacher.
It didn’t take much for Professor Waggler to find a special place inside their hearts. His grandfatherliness was a real winner, especially to students from out of the state who missed their homes. His big, round ears and reputation for always listening made him very approachable. Scott, a well groomed, sharp, and studious young sophomore, especially confided in him.
After a while of chit-chatting and pleasantries, Scott began to tell his Professor of a certain young man he ran into in the town’s coffee shop. His name was Ben and he wasn”t a believer. In fact, he went as far as mocking those who believe in Jesus.
“But,” Scott began, pulling an apologetics book out of his bag. “I’ve been doing some digging and have found some valid arguments that refute his ideas”. He said this with an expectancy for the prof’s approbation.
“…Well Scott,” responded Waggler, “just make sure you’re not throwing your pearls to pigs and doing all of your study in vanity.”
“What do you mean?” Scott asked, retreating his book back into his bag.
Professor Wagner smiled and asked, “If you had to decide, which one would your rather choose: to fiercely win debates, or to fiercely win souls for Christ?”
“Can’t I have both?” Scott asked.
“Possibly,” the old man responded, “but if you could choose only one, which one would you take?”
“Souls for Christ,” Scott said in an ‘of course’ fashion.
“Let me ask you,” began the professor, “How often do people come to Christ by means of a clever argument? Am I right in saying not many?”
He paused, the students keenly watching for his next words.
“Secondly, how many people have come to Christ by means of a moving of the Holy Spirit? Am I right in saying all of them?”
The students silently agreed.
“Last question: Who does the Holy Spirit most operate through, the proud or the humble? The humble, is it not?”
A momentary silence befell the students and teacher, nothing could be heard but the chirping of birds.
“Could it be, ” the prof continued, “that the key component to reaching souls is not in the noggin?” He tapped his temple. “Could it be that we win souls to Christ by dying to ourselves, by choosing humility and meekness?” He paused to reflect on his own words, then looked directly into Scot’s eyes. “What is the most subservient thing you could do for this friend of yours? What is the most humble and selfless thing you could do for him? Whatever it is, do that, Scott, do that! That may be more influential than the most eloquent speech or refined apologetics.” He said this last sentence with a pensiveness that sunk the words deep into Scott’s heart.
“Remember that humility never loses. If you stop trying to prove Christianity and start living it, my young friend, you will see Christianity start proving itself before your very eyes.” His eyes sparkled with passion and awe. “I for one… would rather win souls than arguments.”