I met K (not using her full name) two weeks ago when I dropped Cole at her home to hang out with his new friend, Zach. K was a delight from the first word. Warm. Inviting. Talkative. We clicked in an instant and I hung out at her home for a half hour, met her husband and kids, then ended up bringing her fifth grade daughter home to play with my girls.
Last week I asked K if she’d like to come over to my pad (my house) one morning. Told her I’d love to get to know her. Thursday morning she walked through my door, I whisked her into my car to take Mez to school with me. When we returned, I served up my newest creation of Green Tea Mojitos, which is a sip of heaven I am sure. For three hours we sat on my back porch and talked. I asked her all about her life and she offered her stories to me. The story about marrying her high school sweetheart. The story about how she owned what sounded like an amazing bakery. The story about losing her beloved mother to cancer. The story of moving to Florida from New York only a few months ago…they wanted to come to warm weather and the beach…she felt like there was a reason they were led here.
I made us chicken caesar salads and we ate. She said I should write a cookbook. I told her I think I might one day. And as we ate our salads, I offered a bit of my story. As I did, she offered that she doesn’t talk about spiritual things with people very often because so many people are uncomfortable with the topic. But because I opened that door, she felt free with me. She said she has found herself talking to God lately and desiring for her family to go to church. When I asked her about her spiritual background, she said she didn’t have one. Never went to church. But something mysterious is happening in her and she is interested in God.
I asked her if she’d ever heard that God is not a religion but a relationship and that she could know Him personally.
Immediately K replied, “No.”
I asked her, “Would you like to hear how you can know God personally?”
“Yes.” she responded without hesitation.
I asked her to download the CRU app called God Tools. We opened up the How to Know God Personally portion of the app and I led her through it. I explained to her that it’s a four-point outline of the new testament of the bible. I read to her of God’s love for her. I explained sin to her and the consequence of sin, spiritual and physical death (separation from God, our holy creator). Next I read through the third point of the book, that Jesus Christ is God’s provision for her sin and took it all upon him to pay the price for her sin.
It’s as if a light switch turned on in her mind and she said, “Awww, that’s why he died.”
How infrequently have I been given the incredible gift of sharing about God’s wild love for us and Jesus’ unbelievable sacrifice with someone who possesses not one ounce of skepticism. Not one felt need to rebut, to challenge.
K’s only felt need was a growing hunger in her to know her Maker, to commune with the God of the universe.
I moved onto the fourth point of the gospel presentation.
“K, it’s not enough to just believe this to be true in your head, we must individually receive Jesus Christ into our hearts, then we can know him and experience all of His blessings eternally.”
I described two kinds of lives. The first is the self-directed life in which self is on the throne of the heart and Christ is outside the life.
She volunteered, “That’s me.”
I then shared about the Christ-centered life in which Christ has been invited into the heart and resides on the throne of this person’s life while self yields to Christ. I asked her which one she desires to represent her life.
Without hesitation K said, “The Christ-centered life.”
I shared with her a prayer, a blueprint, which she could pray to God to confess her desire for Him to enter into the depths of her heart, never to leave her. I asked her if the prayer expressed the desire of her heart.
“Yes.” K said.
“Would you like to pray it now?” I asked her.
“Yes.” she said with conviction.
K prayed to her Creator, confessed her sin, her need for forgiveness, her need for Him to be her savior. And as she did so, I sat beside her in awe.
This never gets old. It's always stunning beauty. It’s been years since I had the privilege of ushering another into the Kindgom of God.
God drew Cole to Zach, which caused my path to cross with his mom. And two weeks later I’m enjoying the exhilarating privilege of taking her by the hand and leading her to her beloved Savior. Would somebody PINCH ME! The fruit of her hunger was so ripe it was like she was fruit which had fallen off the tree and I caught her mid-flight.
I took joy in sharing one of my favorite verses with her…
“And this is the testimony: God has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have the Son of God does not have life. I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life.” 1 John 5:11-13
K said she felt happy. I was consumed by gratitude and joy. And completely stunned with the reality that I’d been graced with the gift of leading one of God’s children, over whom He’s been in hot pursuit, to His throne of grace. Straight into everlasting arms.
I guided her to read the gospel of John and told her we could read a chapter/day together then discuss it when we get together next week when we will begin some bible studies to teach her about her new identity in Christ.
The following morning she texted that she’d already read John 1 three times. I told her to not let me hold her back and to read as fast as she wants. It’s funny how I don’t want to “burden someone down with the reading of God’s word” yet a fresh believer can’t get enough.
God smiled big on me this week. Lavished me with His love. Allowed me to enjoy the freshest of freshness, the joy of joys. How stunning it is to enjoy a front row seat in His reckless pursuit of a soul.
‘If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them wanders away, what will he do? Won’t he leave the ninety-nine others on the hills and go out to search for the one that is lost?” Matthew 18:12 NLT