But thank God! He has made us his captives and continues to lead us along in Christ’s triumphal procession. Now he uses us to spread the knowledge of Christ everywhere, like a sweet perfume. (2 Corinthians 2:14)
We were driving through the country and stopped at a small farmers’ market. At one of the stands, barbecue was being made. My husband went to stand in line to place an order. The cooks were working hard preparing the orders, but for some reason the line of people didn’t move. So, we decided to leave.
My husband looked over at one of the tables. He then walked toward me and told me that they were selling raw, local honey. He got in the car, and I went to the stand to buy a jar of honey. A young man helped me. After I bought the honey, I walked back to the car. My thought was, I don’t just want honey; I want to tell about Jesus. So, I went back.
“I didn’t come to just buy honey from you,” I told the young man. “I came to ask you, ‘Do you know Jesus?’”
“Ah, well …” was all he said. I looked into his eyes. They were a deep, strong blue. I wasn’t sure how far I would get with him for salvation.
“You know, you can know Him now, if you want,” I said. He responded loudly, “I don’t want to talk about this with all these people here.”
An older man was working at the same stand. He walked toward me and bumped into me several times. I knew that he wanted me to stop talking to the young man. Perhaps it was his grandfather.
I told the young man, “All these people may be going to hell. And you now have the opportunity to miss it! The choice is yours! You don’t know when your life will be accounted for.”
“Well, I guess I will know that when I am gone,” he said.
“Oh no, you can only make that decision while you are alive. When you are in the grave, it is too late,” I said, as I stepped closer to him, his grandfather bumping against me again.
“You must pray and ask Him to be the Savior of your soul. You must believe that He is the Son of God. That He died and rose again. You must repent of your sins.”
He looked straight into my eyes. They looked fierce. I said, “Hell or Heaven. Let’s pray.” He started praying, keeping his eyes on mine. He believed in Jesus. He repented and asked Him to take his life and bring glory to His name. The line of people was not moving, but God was moving. We shook hands, and he thanked me. Ha—not just a jar of honey, but a soul! Much sweeter!!
“Abba, Father, are we satisfied with the meat of the earth, while not giving the living bread to others—You, the Savior of the world? It is not easy to tell of You, Messiah. But it is Your will that we do it. Why else are we still on this earth? Even You said that Your meat is to do the will of the Father and to finish His work. Help us, Spirit of God. Give us the wisdom to know what to say to lost souls about Jesus wherever You lead our footsteps, so that we may tell of the Hope in salvation for eternity through Him. Help us to finish His work.”