As I was putting on my make-up

This morning as I was putting on my make-up, my suitemate Emily commented on the music I was playing from the bathroom. "Is that Sara Groves," she asked. "I have her CD." "Yeah, it's her. She's my favorite! Don't you love her," I replied. "I like her, but she isn't my favorite," Emily said. I followed her to her room and recited a list of songs by said artist that I was sure would move Emily, that would stir her very soul that way they had mine. But she just shrugged and said they were all very nice songs. This afternoon I was sitting on my bed eating a bowl of Smart Start when I thought about Emily not loving Sara Groves. I wanted to go to room and ask her why Sara Groves wasn't her favorite and convince her that her songs are better than "nice." I wanted Emily to Love this thing that I love. As I sat on my bed staring at the spoon of whole grain cereal in my hand, I wondered how my life, how the world would be different if I wanted everyone to love Jesus the way I love him. What if Emily didn't love Jesus? (She does by the way.) But if she didn't, would I think about it while eating dinner. Would I be moved to walk accross the bathroom to tell her about him?