“These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God.” (1 John 5:13, KJV)
The hotel we were staying in for the conference in California was by the beach. It was very picturesque. This was God’s creation in its beauty. His glory was all over it!
The services in the hotel were exceptional. Before you could think of what you might need, an individual would come beside you and ask what they could do for you.
My heart went out to all the servers, for we too are the servants of our Lord Jesus, asking, “What can we do for You today, Lord?”
When it came time to leave, my husband went to the checkout counter, and then I began to roll the suitcase beside me, heading toward the exit door. I couldn’t wait to get outside because the sunlight’s warmth was beaming through the doors.
Before I took another step, a young man took the suitcase out of my hand. “I will do that, ma’am,” he said with a smile. He was rather unique in appearance.
He walked by my side, escorting me outside. We stood in the sunlight as we waited for my husband. I was soaking in the warmth of the sun and breathing in the breezy ocean air.
While we waited for my husband, I noticed this man’s nametag. His name was long and unusual. It looked Native American. “How do you say your name?” He pronounced it, and I repeated it as best as I could. “How did you get that name?”
“It was my great grandfather’s and my father’s and now mine,” he explained. He asked me where we were going next and we talked a little.
“It’s a strong sounding name,” I commented.
We were still waiting for my husband. He’s never taken this long, I thought.
For a moment, everything was still. Then it dawned on me: “No one has come around us. My husband is taking longer than usual. Oh, my Lord, I’m supposed to tell this man about You!”
Just as I finished my thought, my husband joined us. He was ready to go! “Oh no, I can’t tell him about You, Lord. William is in a hurry to get to his next appointment and the man is following him to our car, which has been driven up to the front of the hotel. What do I do, Lord? I just can’t miss this soul!”
The man placed our luggage in the trunk. Then he came to open the passenger’s front door to the car to let me in. I noticed his hand on the door. I wanted to hold it there to keep him from leaving. I sat in the car. “Lord, help me!”
Right before he closed the door, I got out of the car and stood between the door and him. “Do you know Jesus as your Saviour?” I quickly asked.
“My grandmother is very religious. She tells me about God all the time,” he shared.
“Well, we are going to pray together right now so you will know Jesus as your personal Saviour and know that you will be in heaven with Him when your time comes,” I told him.
He looked into my eyes. “Are you ready?” I asked. By the look in his eyes, I knew the Spirit of God was working in his heart.
“Yes, I am,” he responded.
He placed his hand on the edge of the open window and gripped it softly. “Okay, let’s pray,” I said.
Now people were beginning to walk by us. “Lord, please don’t let him get distracted,” I whispered. We began to pray. He believed in Jesus as his personal Saviour and Lord. He believed in his heart and confessed with his mouth that Jesus is the Son of God, that He died and rose again. At His cross, he asked Him for forgiveness of his sins and asked Him to use his life for His glory.
Afterward, he had the most joyful smile. I looked into his eyes—they were gleaming. As he looked into mine, he said, “Thank you so much!” I smiled with him.
“Jesus is now living inside of you. Do you have a Bible?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Start reading the book of John slowly every day. Get to know the God who loves you and what He did for you. You are in His hands now. No one can take you out of them, not even you,” I said.
“I will,” he said with gleaming eyes. I sat back in the car. He closed the door, smiling big, and thanked me again.
“Abba, Father, I almost missed this soul because I was thinking about the sunny day and enjoying the warmth. But Your Holy Spirit got my attention. A lost soul was right in front of me. You had detained my husband and kept everyone away. Jesus, You were standing right by me waiting for me to tell him about You. Lord, is there not one moment of thought in which you are not after the lost? Help me, Holy Spirit, to be on alert for the lost for Jesus. Father, his grandmother’s labor for his soul has been reaped by Your Spirit! She will rejoice with all Your angels in heaven! Glory to You, Jesus!”