Long, long ago in a yogurt shop far, far away, a few classmates and I settled in for some frozen fun. While there, I struck up a conversation with a young man at a nearby table and eventually asked him if he had trusted Christ.
“Well, I’ve got some questions about all that. What happens to a person who never hears about Jesus? Does he go to hell? That doesn’t seem right to me.”
His response slapped me with epic brain freeze. I was a young believer and this was a brand new flavor for me. After a few seconds that felt like an hour, my senses thawed enough to answer: “I don’t know. But I’ll find out and meet you next week to talk more.”
We made a date, I did some research and we got together. We scooped yogurt, discussed conscience, creation, grace and Jesus for a while, and then went our ways. He rejected Christ but I did my job. My task was to say, “I don’t know” and then try to follow up.
When you need it, one of the best answers of outreach is, “I don’t know, but I’ll find out.”