I walked past them many times before on the way to a field to talk with Jesus.
Teens waiting at the bus stop. Some chatting; others staring mindlessly into space.
Another ordinary day.
I waved, uttered a “good morning,” but kept on walking, silently praying for these kids. For whatever they might encounter at school that day.
Little did I realize as the days slipped into months, the Holy Spirit was quietly doing what He does best—illumine and guide.
On December 16, 2015, He did just that.
As I walked around my quiet place, He gently spoke. “Eileen, talk to the kids. Tell them about Jesus.”
“But, Lord, they don’t want to hear from a little, ole Granny. Someone else, Lord.”
“I want you. Tell them.”
If I’ve learned anything in 60 years, I’ve learned it’s pointless to argue with the Holy Spirit. Eventually, He always wins out, because I can do no less than obey my Lord and Savior. He purchased my redemption and secured my eternal life.
“Okay, Lord, but how?” I whispered into the brisk wind as I strolled past bare trees. I hugged my arms around my chest. In spite of the cold, warmth filled my heart as I considered possible scenarios.
Two days later, with Christmas bag full of candy and tracts, I stepped out of my house, took a deep breath, and headed down the street toward the bus stop.
One girl stood on the corner as I approached and breathed a silent prayer for grace.
“I pray for you as I pass every day.” I smiled, clutching my gift bag. “I wanted you to know that, and I wanted to give you a treat.” I held out a baggie, and she received the simple offering with a grin and a “thank you.”
By now other kids were gathering—eight in all.
Ean in ninth grade.
Dillon in 11th who wanted to be a musician or maybe an English teacher. When he learned I was a writer, he told me how he liked to brainstorm stories on the bus every day.
Their names ran together.
So did the blessings.
They were receptive. Eager. Thankful.
Such a small gift.
I walked away rejoicing as the bus pulled up.
“You made this easier than I anticipated, Lord.”
Further down the road, it occurred to me . . .
Daddy met Jesus on a street corner as a teen. Led to the Lord by his future brother-in-law.
I smiled, joy flooding my heart.
Today was a touch, a beginning place.
The Spirit called. I accepted the invitation. Not without fear, but choosing courage.
Praying now about the next encounter with these kids. Would you join me?
Is there someone or several someones you’d like to share Jesus with in this New Year?
Ask the Lord for specific ways to approach the person, whether it’s a first encounter or a long-term witnessing relationship. Seek a quiet place for the Spirit to speak. Listen, then be open to what He tells you to do.
Be still, and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations.
I will be exalted in the earth.
Eileen Rife, author of December Sunrise, speaks to women’s groups, encouraging them to discover who they are in Christ and what part they play in His amazing story! www.eileenrife.com. www.amazon.com/author/eileenrife.