Dear Praying Friends,
Sometimes witnessing is like baseball – you just have to keep swinging until you get a hit. Recently at the grocery store as I waited in line, I noticed the two teenage girls behind me each only had a candy bar, so I allowed them to go ahead of me. They thanked me but refused to accept the tracts I offered – a swing and a miss, strike one……
Then a very pregnant lady came up behind me, towing her wheeled basket behind her. I allowed her to go in front of me and helped her unload her selections onto the conveyor belt. She thanked me but also refused the tract I offered – a swing and a miss, strike two………
I went through the line and paid for my purchases, put them into a bag and prepared to leave. The older man behind me placed his few food items on the conveyor and waited for the total. “That will be eleven Euros and ninety one cents” the cashier announced. The man fumbled in his pockets but only came up with ten Euros in small coins. The impatient cashier informed the man that he had already rung up his purchases and that he had to pay the total, he couldn’t return anything now. I reached into my pocket, pulled out two Euros and handed them to the cashier. He quickly took them, rang up the receipt and tried to give the older man the nine cents change, but the old gentleman refused and gave the coins to me.
With tears welling up in his eyes, one arm cradling his meager food supplies, he reached out a quivering hand and grasped my arm. “Thank you, thank you very much” he said quietly. “Why did you do that, sir?” I looked into his watery eyes and simply said, “Because of Jesus Christ” and handed him a tract. He smiled and accepted the pamphlet – a swing and a base hit!
Going down swinging,