When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized thatthey were unschooled, ordinary men,they were astonished and they took note thatthese men had been with Jesus. Acts 4:13 NIV
by Kinsey 3 Comments
When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized thatthey were unschooled, ordinary men,they were astonished and they took note thatthese men had been with Jesus. Acts 4:13 NIV
by Kinsey 3 Comments
We stopped at the bookstore where my husband works. My granddaughter Carly begged her Opa to buy her a new bible. Opa will do anything for Carly, so she got to pick out a brand new bible. No sooner did we get home when I caught her drawing on the cover in permanent ink. “Oh!” I gasped, then caught myself; a closer look melted my heart. There on the front cover she proclaimed in first-grade fashion:
This she topped off with an illustration of her self. My heart caught in my throat as I whispered to God “Let it be so Lord Jesus, let it be so.”
tickled PINK!
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There were two young women selling “Dead Sea” beauty products at the mall. As I was walking past the display, one of them put lotion on my hand and lured me to her Kiosk. She told me right away that she was a Jew. My heart skipped a beat. I felt like I was on holy ground. Here was a real bona fide Jew! The apple of God’s eye.
Without even pausing I asked, “Do you know Jesus?” “Sure,” she replied, “I’m a Jew, I believe in God.”
“No, I’m talking about Jesus,” I explained. “Do you know Him? Do you know who He is?” Without hesitation she looked me dead in the eye and answered, “He’s YOUR Savior.”
“Yes,” I replied, “but he’s also YOUR king!”
Interestingly, my question and comments did not offend either lady. They continued to talk about their beauty products and I continued to interject my enthusiasm for the Messiah. The whole time I was with themI felt my heart growing larger. I seemed it would explode with God’s love for these two Jewish women. I wanted to gather them in my arms . . . the way Christ ached in Matthew 23
“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who kills the prophets and stones to death those who have been sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were unwilling!”
I know God sent me to these women. I know because His love just spilled out of me toward them. I hugged them, talked with them, bought some of their products and encouraged them to find Jesus. They were so receptive to me and to my joy over Yeshua that they wrote down their names for me on a sales receipt. I told them I would be praying for them.
They were beautiful women. Open, friendly, warm. . .but blind. Steeped in tradition. Stuck in darkness. It broke my heart. It breaks God’s heart.
I walked away feeling sad for their lost-ness, but hopeful that maybe God had used me to arouse their interest in Jeshua.
That one phrase keeps echoing in my mind . . .”He’s your Savior. He’s your Savior. He’s your Savior.
Yes! He’s my Savior. I love Him.
I love His people.
I love to tell the story.