For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek. (Romans 1:16 KJV)

I was finally able to sit long enough to see the dentist, and my husband—caring about everything concerning me—wanted me to try an electric toothbrush, so we went to a store called Bed Bath & Beyond, because coupons are accepted there.

We looked at the toothbrushes. My goodness—so many options in a small tool that is said to do so much! It is supposed to clean the teeth, keep the gums healthy, and whiten the teeth. Different buttons do certain things with various results.

I am so thankful that to go to heaven there is only one way—the cross! There is no other option—no marketing, no buttons—just JESUS! And only one result—out of hell and into eternal life in heaven.

While my husband studied the electric tooth brushes, I sat in a chair near-by thinking, “Lord, we’ve been to the grocery stores. I have seen lost people everywhere, but I have not opened my mouth to tell anyone about You. Where am I missing it?”

We selected the simplest electric toothbrush. Then, my husband had to go to the car to get a coupon.

While I waited in the store, a lady who was a cashier approached me. She was very thin and had big eyes. She said, “I can help you over here.” She looked really hard. I didn’t want to get too close.

“Oh, that’s okay,” I told her.

Stepping closer, she said, “Here, take one of these baskets and put your things in it.” I didn’t want her to get too close. I was very tired and just couldn’t handle much.

“Oh, Lord, please help me,” I thought. I put the three items in the small basket and looked for a chair to take a little rest. She walked away.

My husband walked in with the coupons and helped me stand up. The same lady approached him and said, “Come with me; I will help you.”

I tried not to get too near, because I was struggling physically due to the hard therapy I had had. “Oh, Jesus, give me what I need,” I asked Him.

As we walked up to her counter, she said, “Oh, here you are! You’re with him.” As she was ringing up our three small items, she started sharing some of her life trials. I didn’t really want to know all the negative stories at that time. This lady had lived a long, hard life. She kept talking and saying at end of her life details, “But, you know, I am okay.” I didn’t know how to respond.

“God, I need your help,” I asked Him once again.

She kept on talking. My husband and I just listened. “I love people! During Christmas, there are so many people here, and some ask me how I can stand it with so many people. I tell them that I love people; bring them on!”

I thought, “She’d make a good one for Christ.” But I was struggling too much to say anything.

Finally, with faith in the Lord, I opened my mouth. “God has been taking care of you all this time. Do you know who God is?” I asked.

Her eyes grew larger than what they already were. “What?” she asked.

I repeated, “Do you know who God is?”

“Ah,” she expressed, with a caught-off-guard look. She looked closer at me to study me and drew her face near mine.

“Jesus,” she answered.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“I talk to Him all the time. Look, I am an Italian Jew. I am from New York.”

That made me take a little bit of a breath, thinking, “Of course, you look and talk Jewish.”

And also, “Lord, how far will this go?”

It was obvious to me that someone had been laboring after her soul and trying to reach her for Christ. I asked her, “Have you ever asked Jesus to be your personal Saviour?” She drew close again. I noticed that not one customer had lined up behind us all this time.

“No, I have not,” she replied.

“Do you want Him to be, so that you will be in heaven?” I asked.

“Ah, what?”

I repeated what I said and added, “You know He is the Son of God. He loves you. He knows all about you. He has not forgotten you. He has been there for you all along.”

She placed her hand on her heart and, trying to hide her face, said, “I’m going to cry.”

“Would you like for me to pray with you to ask Him to be your Saviour?”

She quickly responded, “Yes, I would.” That surprised me. I looked around, still no customers behind us.

“Okay, let’s pray. Are you ready?” I asked, looking into her eyes. She too looked around for customers and then drew closer.

We prayed as we looked directly at each other, her eyes steady on mine. Afterward, she reached out across the top of the counter and hugged me, “You are the sweetest heart, and I am going to cry,” she said. Tears formed in her eyes, as she placed her hands on her heart.

I asked her if she had a Bible. Those big eyes of hers focused on mine again. “Yes, I do.” We talked about her reading it, starting with the book of Matthew. She listened very closely, repeating what I said to remember it. She hugged me again.

My husbabnd and I walked out of the store to our car. We looked at each other and smiled.“How does that happen, William?” I aked him. He smiled. When we got into the car, he prayed for this Jewish woman’s life in Christ.

“Abba, Father, I had not missed anything. I was just so tired from the therapy. This is all You! By Your Holy Spirit You draw a soul to Your Son. I just couldn’t talk with this lady. It was hard for me. But, You helped me open my mouth.  Someone had been praying for this Jewish woman. And someone who knows You had given her a Bible. And even though she’s lived a hard life, You pursued her. I am so grateful to You, Lord, that You helped me by Your Holy Spirit to look beyond my struggle to tell a lost soul whom the Father was drawing to You for salvation. I needed Your help so much, and You sent it! Thank You! This one too will be with You for eternity! All praise to You, King of the Jews!”