Gospel tracts: Sometimes It's Just Witnessing

Sitting next to a young lady on a recent flight allowed thr opportunity to give her a tract. She took it and read the contents. She asked me if Kristin was my daughter. "Yes", I said. She then offered the most sincere and seemingly heartfelt condolences that I have ever experienced. She was deeply touched. I was amazed at the capacity of this lost young lady to feel compassion and empathy for someone else. If I were God, I would really want this one as a child of mine. I asked her what she thought of the prayer. She said she would consider it and asked to keep the tract. We parted as new friends after I got her name. I hope she isn't so nice a person that she doesn't believe she needs a savior.