I'm not very good at making conversation with, say, the person next to me on a plane or the person taking care of me at the hair salon.  Maybe it's the function of being surrounded by family most all the time, but I enjoy the little spaces of quiet when they come along.     

Imagine the guilt then, when I get that awkward feeling that I'm supposed to seize the moment and share some divine truth with my captured "friend."  My fellow passenger can't ditch me as we take off any more than my hairdresser can abandon ship midway through my cut.   I should use this to their eternal advantage and give them the spiritual insights that will save them, shouldn't I?

Let me digress to say that I'm not against any of us who consider ourselves Christ-followers sharing what we've found with others.  It's absolutely beautiful when this happens as a overflow of our lives in the right place and the right time.  And the right place and time may even be planned and prepared for, if that fits your personality and gifting.  It could be with a fellow passenger.  I'm not dissing that.