Every Friday I write about the people (or lack of people) I’ve had the priviledge of sharing the gospel with. It is my hope that this will encourage believers everywhere, that every week that God gives us is an opportunity for us to share our testimony with someone who doesn’t know Jesus. “Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few…”
I am totally and absolutely humbled. My family and I just came back from handing out the tracks I told you about on Monday. I stepped out of my comfort zone; I wrote that I liked to give tracks to people I see on a regular basis, but God had other plans for us. My husband drove us to our Church community (we figured it would be easier for people to get there if they lived close by). When he felt like it, he pulled over and parked the car; let me tell you it was not the nicest part of the neighborhood. It was obvious that the devil’s fingerprints were all over the scene. As I approached groups of people standing on the street doing nothing in particular, I overheard two of their conversations, to my astonishment, the word drugs was used in BOTH of them. I couldn’t believe that this disease was so common among real life people. This was not television guys!
I apologized for interrupting and told them I wanted to invited them to my Church, I gave them each a track with the address of my Church on the back. I testified to them that God was filling people with the Holy Ghost and delivering souls from bondage. I encouraged them that if they needed prayer for anything to come on out and God would hear and answer. I’m not the girl that usually tells people that Jesus is coming soon, but today I was that girl. One lady readily agreed and told me that the signs were everywhere.
When the police car sped by with the sirens on, one of the gentlemen turned and said to me “It’s always like this, whenever it gets to this time of day”, I suppose he assumed I knew what he was talking about. I didn’t know for sure but I knew it was nothing good.
Some people walk with purpose as though they were on their way to somewhere important (oh how I wished it was to an Apostolic alter), I could only just quickly hand them a tract and shout out an invitation as they hurried by.
I learned today that I don’t need to know someone to love them. As I looked at these complete strangers, I was moved with compassion and I realized that it is possible to see souls the way God sees them. Oh what an experience!
Did you have an opportunity to witness this week? Please share your testimony with us on Apostolic Talk!
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