Waiting room witnessing can be a challenge. Sometimes waiting rooms can be rather cramped, so you inevitably draw others into the conversation. Also you don't know when the doctor will call back either you or the person to whom you are witnessing. These are all great reasons to pray for boldness, pump the adrenaline, and go for it.

Last night, I was sitting in the waiting room and I was nervous. There were two men and a little boy with me. When the man with the little boy got up to leave, though, I moved over to sit with the remaining man. He was not reading anything and he was very polite and very open to conversation. I handed him a million bucks and as he started looking at it, I asked him what he thought happened to people when they died. He very nicely said that the Bible teaches we all go to hell. That was interesting. As we talked I realized he associated hell and the grave as roughly the same thing. He let me walk him through the Ten Commandments. He admitted to a few things. He said he had not lusted because he was married. I asked him about before that, and then he admitted to lusting. So he very willingly admitted to being a sinner. He admitted he was going to hell. I asked him if he knew what God had done for him. He said that God had sent Jesus who died on the cross to pay the penalty for his sins. I asked him if he had ever repented of his sins and trusted in Jesus. He said no. I asked why not. He smiled and said he just hadn't. (At this point another gentleman entered and sat on the other side of me. Another man and an elderly lady followed him and sat in the other two seats). I pointed to the highway outside the window and asked if he didn't realize that a car could hit and he could die that very afternoon. He said he knew he could die at any time. Then he leaned forward and, shall we say, "the scales fell from my eyes." "The Bible says only 144,000 will be saved." Ahhh.... A Jehovah's Witness.
Then he started explaining "Paradise Earth", the thief on the cross, Lazarus and the rich man, etc. to me. The doctor came and called him back. The man offered the million bucks back to me and asked if I wanted it back now. I answered, "No, I want you to have now more than before." He smiled and thanked me.

I felt deflated. I also felt even more nervous about turning and starting a conversation with my spectators. They heard all that 144,000 talk. They might not have been sure which one was the JW. I sat for a moment in silence, praying. I sensed God asking me if one bad conversation meant that the others in the room did not deserve to hear what God had done for them. I was rebuked and pulled out another million bucks. I handed it to the man sitting beside me. "Hey, that's pretty neat," he said. I told him, "Flip it over, there's a million dollar question on the back." He did flip it over and started reading it right there. "Wow, he said. That makes you think." "That's what its supposed to do," I said.
The other man in the room (the one with the lady) asked me, "What you got there? Some fake money?"
I stood up and walked over to him. "Yeah, its fake money. Here I've got some more." I handed one to him and one to the lady. I told the elderly lady, "You look like a million bucks, you should have a million bucks, right?" She smiled and started telling me about her collar bone.
The doctor came and called me back. As I left the room, I looked back. Everyone in the waiting room was holding a gospel tract and reading it.
After my visit, I saw everyone had cleared the waiting room except for the JW who was waiting for his ride, a coworker of mine, and a new gentleman. I took care of my copay and the JW's ride came. As he walked past me, he smiled. "You look up those verses," he told me. "I will I said," and pointed to the million bucks still prominent in his hand, "and you look up those."

So today I'll be studying up on how best to witness to a JW so I'm ready next time.