Missed Opportunity

I read Jer 3 today but felt compelled to write about my real life experience that relates back to Jer 1. I am ashamed to say I missed a golden opportunity to be bold and stand up to them and say whatever He commands me, only 1 day after reading Jeremiah 1. I was at Jeff Stealy's shop Wednesday night dropping off parts. My friend Johnny and I spent 4 hours talking to each other. Everything from race car parts to our wives and kids. He is someone that uses the f word so much our other racer friends sometimes call him f-ing Johnny. He has a lot of deep thoughts that others don't know about. He certainly loves family and thinks hard about raising his kids, but I don't think most people would know how deep he is because he can come off brash because he has very stron opinions and lets them flow out so easily. Most people don't ever get past this to get to know him. Then we got talking about Jeff, my friend Johnny was extremely close to him. He said I've thought way too much about it, but it wasn't immediately clear to me what he was talking about because were talking about eating healthy and avoiding cancer. Then it became clear he was talking about death. Johnny and I are good friends but he is someone I would not imagine believes in God but I really didn't know or don't know where he stands. Our conversation was all mixed up around death and stuff going on in the world. Then he said out of the blue I've studied religions and Christianity is the only one that has anything good. Christians are supposed to turn the other cheek. There was my opening, he was not talking about salvation he was talking about there is a good social merit to Christianity even if its not really true simply because it is good rules to live by. I heard and saw my moment, but I effectively pannicked. I certainly agreed with him that its a good way to live...but I didn't go where i was supposed to. I didn't tell him I believe its more than a good set of rules but the path to erternal life. I didn't share my story. the moment slipped away and we moved into more race car talking again. 1 day after being told to be bold, I blew it. Pray that I will have another opportunity with him and that I would be bold not a chicken. What was I afraid of? Normally I could see why I'd chicken out, Johnny doesn't seem like he would be open to the conversation and in fact seems like he might attack...but not on that night he opened the door and I just stood outside it. weak. knut