"Natalynn, do you realize you just saw history?" That was my remark to my younger sister after we watched Michael Phelps win his record 19th gold medal.
"Hm," and a frustratingly apathetic shrug was all that came from the new nine-year-old.
"Natalynn, you know how Mom and Dad talk about Nadia Blackovitch (actually, it's Comanecie, but didn't remember that at the time.), well this is the Nadia of our day, except better."
The same response was all that I got from Neema.
Did she not get it? No, I think she just didn't care, 'cause she sure got Gabby Douglas.
And nothing I can do can change it, showing every race Michael Phelps ever swam, in his life, from every angle that there was, slow motion, regular, and backwards just won't cut it. If she doesn't care, she just doesn't care.
This scenario can become an excellent theological example.
If I'm witnessing to an atheist, or a muslim, or anybody else, if they don't care, I can yammer on 'till my lungs burst, but, it ain't going to help them none 'til they care. An apathetic person is impossible to convert.
But, God can unplug that little cork on their cold heart's wall, and once that dam's been uncorked, there's no holding it back.
So if you're witnessing to a resistant friend, you can't do nothing except pray, so do that.
