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Witnessing for the Lord.
I started to visit people in the Convalescence hospital, where I met a sweet Chinese man. I had brought him a bible in Mandarin, even though his English was pretty good, I know that when it comes to the scriptures, it is sometimes best in your own language. I explained the gospel to Li, who gave me his undivided attention. I asked Li if he wanted Jesus to live in his heart.
Li said that he would.
Later I told an evangelist what had happened with Li. He knew that I myself was a new Christian therefore he wanted to make sure that Li was truly saved. He asked if we could go and see Li together.
I asked Li where Jesus was. Without hesitating one moment Li answered, that Jesus was in his heart.
I asked him how he knew. His eyes looked surprised, looking directly at me he said: “You told me He would.” It was as simple as that for Li.
I assured Li that he was right, that Jesus did live in his heart. I gave him a big hug. The evangelist was now convinced that Li was truly born again. I know that we will meet some day on the other side.
A friend from church was in the hospital. I went to visit him and when leaving his room, I saw a man standing in the doorway of the room next door to my friend’s room. He beckoned to me and it was clear, he needed to talk to someone. He told me that he had cancer, and might have to have an operation.
He said that he was very scared. I asked him if he was a Christian. He said that he was not. I told him that I cared what happened to him.
He wanted to know, why I would care, as I did not know him at all. I said that I cared, because God cared. He then told me that his sister had been talking to him about God, but that he could not stand to listen to her about it. He said that he didn't mind hearing it from me though.
I gave him the gospel of John that day, as it also had the sinner’s prayer in the back of this booklet.
Later I went back to see him, and he told me that he had been praying to the Lord.
I asked him if he wanted to meet the Lord, and he said that he would and we prayed.
He was no sooner saved, than he became an instant missionary.
He told me that he had witnessed to his wife, and she accepted the Lord also.
I had given my new brother in the Lord my phone number.
A few weeks later the wife phoned to tell me that her husband was dying, and would I come to the hospital.
The doctors had decided not to operate anymore, as his cancer was too advanced. That same night my new friend died.
I know that I will one day also meet him again.
I had gone to church one evening with friends, when we decided to stop at Denny’s. It had been a great meeting and we were still excited about it. I could not help to notice a young boy, a teenager, sitting at the next table. He kept looking at us.
Finally he said; “Church can’t be that bad, if it can leave you so happy.”
I gave him my phone number and asked him to call me, if he wanted to do so, and I would tell him more about the church.
He called me and soon gave his heart to the Lord. I found out that David had lived on the street and had not had a good life so far. Today he is a happily married man. Yes, the Lord works through people.
My dentist found it sometimes difficult to work on my mouth he would tell me that I had such a small mouth. I told him that this was not what my mother called it. One of my nick-names was Jenny; “big-mouth.”
You see the Lord can use everyone and everything for His good. Even my mouth!
We were standing at the time clock waiting for four o'clock so we could sign out, and go home. I could not help overhearing when one of the men I worked with, was mentioning the name of Jesus in a derogatory way, several times in one sentence. I finally could not stand to listen to that anymore, and said to him; "I hear that you know Him too."
Surprised the man said to me; "Know who?" "Jesus” I said; “I heard you mentioning His name several times.”
I love to shock people it will make them think.
In the grocery store, you can easily find someone that will complain about the high cost of food.
Because misery loves company, you whole-heartedly agree with them. Tell the person that you are sure that it will get worse. Agreeing with you is assured at this point. I will then tell them, that I won't need to worry as I have a very rich father.
On their faces you can read the surprise, of course their faces say, then it is no wonder you don't worry, if you have a rich father.
“Yes ma’ am,” is my reply, as I look up!
It does not matter how you witness. If you are shy or the opportunity is not there, you can use books.
At work there was a man who loved to debate with me, about things pertaining to God. One day I could tell he had a good argument for me, or so he thought. As soon as it was time for our coffee break, he came out with it. He asked me if I knew that Jesus had really been nailed to a tree.
"Is that so? Well did you know that you are sitting on a tree?" he happened to sit on a wooden chair. I think he got it.
One day I had gone for a bite to eat with a roommate, when on our way home, we were approached by a young fellow, who asked if we wanted to buy flowers from him, the money would go to the missionaries he assured us. We realized that we were talking to a "Moony," a member of a cult. Jeannie and I decided to witness to him.
Jeannie came up with the idea to quote all the scriptures she could think off, those that pertained to love.
“For God so loved the world, He gave His only son” and other scriptures like it.
All of a sudden the fellow walked away from us, and in the middle of the busiest street in Santa Anna, he looked up into the sky and literally screamed, for God to deliver him from those bonds.
We were surprised and shocked we didn't know what to do.
We thought that he prayed to be delivered from us, but as we later found out, that was not the case it all. It had been the scriptures, Gods own words that had gotten to him.
Years before, I had purchased one thousand gospels of John for a friend of mine. But he never bought them from me, so I was stuck with them.
I was later very happy that I now had those books, as I used them to witness all over.
It explained how to find the Lord, and it had the sinner ’s prayer in it.
I called them my little; “Do it yourself books.” All of a sudden I remembered them and told Jeannie that I wanted to go home, and get my little books. Jeannie wanted to stay home and I went back alone.
Every time the "Moony" would ask people if they would like to buy his flowers, and the people would tell him that “no thank you” that it was to expensive, I would pipe up and ask if they wanted something for free, and I would give them a gospel of John. I told the "Moony," that I didn't need to sell my books, as my Father could afford to give them away.
One week later, as I was on my way to church, I spotted that same Moony. I had hoped that I had pushed him of that corner for good, but this was not the case. I felt that I had no choice but to join him again.
He recognized me right away, and the first thing he said was that, today I could give him all the scriptures I wanted.
When we had only given him love scriptures a week earlier, he had become so upset that he screamed to be delivered, not from us, as we had thought, but from Satan.
When other “Moonies” picked him up that day he told them what had happened. He had been very upset. They had prayed about it, and told him that those scriptures were now gone out of his head for good.
I told him that I did not need to repeat the scriptures, as they were now forever in his subconscious. And in his heart! Wow, the power of God.
Whenever you can lead a lost soul to Christ, it is of course a time of rejoicing. But I will always remember this incident.
It happened at work in a store in Inglewood, L.A. an all black neighbourhood.
In the afternoon, I overheard one of the men saying to another man, to go to hell. I walked over to them and asked the one who had sent the other to hell, why he had wished the other man to go to hell. Surprised, he did not know what to say, so I said it for him; "Because you don't like him right?"
Almost grateful to now have the answer, he nodded his head. "Well, I said; “Maybe next time, you should wish him to go to heaven, then at least the two of you, will be separated.”
Unbeknown to me, the late night man or boy really, had come in and he had overheard everything. He asked me if he could ask me some questions.
He said he was really afraid to do so as he was thinking it might take away from my faith.
How sweet of him to be so concerned for me while he needed answers for him self.
I assured him not to worry about me, as I myself had been having many questions. Besides I told him, someone had to answer your questions.
He had many sincere questions and kept needing, reassurance that I would not lose my faith, if he asked them. I answered him as best as I could and promised him a book to read. The next day I gave him; "The Rapture".
In those days I was send from store to store but I did not work in that particular store again. I wanted my book back as I couldn't buy another one it was now out of print.
About four weeks after I had lent out my book, I saw him on the parking lot with a few friends. I decided not to say anything, as I did not want to embarrass him in front of them. Not to worry, the moment he saw me he said; “Hello Jenny, I still have your book.” I told him that I knew, and if he wanted to read another book. Eyes large as saucers he said; "Oh no,” I want to read it all again, 'cause it is blowing my mind!”
This in an accent, that only a Los Angeles, black man can do! Priceless!
I know that I will meet that brother again on the other side and the friends he had with him that day, were also Christians.
And by the way, keep the book!
I find it such a joy, when I can witness to some one. I want to have a very large family up yonder, so you all come, you hear!!!
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