This afternoon I am driving a member of my church to the dentist.
Though not part of my seminary training, driving people to the dentist or to a doctor’s appointment or even to the post office is something I gladly do. These Uber-like parts of my pastoral schedule provide me with quiet time with a church member to talk about Jesus. And since my passengers aren’t going to open the car door and jump out (though I can’t say if any of them haven’t contemplated it), I have them captive.
Honestly, there are times when I visit people at home or in a nursing/assisted living facility when non-Jesus topics control our conversations. How many times have I listened to people talk about the workers in facilities or money issues or family problems or ‘why do you come visit after lunch instead of before?‘ or how I can sneak them in ‘food contraband.’ Driving them to appointments gives me time to talk about Christ and God’s love, mercy, and grace.
And, of course, we talk about my driving since I tend to drive the speed limit.
“Pastor, my appointment is at noon. Are we going to get there on time?”
No one has ever been late for an appointment.