“So, Jesus died for for me. Why?”
“You want to know why?”, I asked her.
“Yeah”, was the response.
Looking her full in the face and knowing I was about to utter sacred and precious truth, I answered her. “Because He loves you”.
This took a second or two to sink in. When it did, it was noticeable. Her face crinkled and her voice took on a quieter, more reflective tone. “Aw”, she said, “that’s sweet”.
Amen ma’am, I wanted to shout. This is the best news you can ever hear. It’s life changing, life giving and is the purpose and drive for a Christian. Unfortunately, this young woman wasn’t .
To give the setting a little, I had had plans to go to Pennsylvania last weekend. There was a number of stuff I wanted to do and people I had wanted to see. The main reason for going was a Paraguayan reunion. The plans for the reunion changed in the 11th hour and the event was moved to Virginia. Since I had a handful of things that I had wanted to do in Pennsylvania, I kept with those plans and began my weekend there. Friday night found me with a friend that I hadn’t seen in 2 years. John Beiler is from Port Royal and ever since Bible school about 4 years ago, we’ve been good friends. He’s someone whom I respect and listen to when he gives advice. Given the closeness of our friendship and the amount of time that has elapsed since our last chat, yes, I had a great desire to royally gab the hours away.
We were sitting there, about 200 yards away from the McDonalds where we had purchased our drinks. It had been a glorious evening of riding the mountain roads in his brother’s jeep and chatting all the while. The chatting had kept up underneath the spreading branches. of a friendly elm. We had just gotten well started when a car pulls up 2 spaces over. We ignored them; after all, it was a McDonalds and the public is in and out the whole time. After sitting there for about 10 minute, the female driver called out.
“Hey…whatcha doing?”. Her tone implied that she had other things on her mind
“Nuthin”, said John, “Just hanging out. What are you up to?”.
Her response was identical to John’s. “Nuthin. Just, you know, hanging out. Where you guys from?”
“I’m from around here and he’s”, jerking his head my direction, “from Ohio”.
“Ohio, really? Like Cleveland from (here I forget what TV show she quoted)?”
"I don’t know,” says I, “I don’t watch television”.
This aroused her. “Not watch television?!” astonishment showing in her voice, “What are you, Amish or something?”
“No, we’re not Amish” was John’s response.
“Then Mennonite, right?”
“Right”.
She gets out of her car and walked closer. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties. I looked at John and he looks at me. We’re thinking the same thing, “Heaven help us”. Her name was Sara and she was a local who was out trolling. According to her, she was a dealer in weed as well as a mild alcoholic. She was with her current boyfriend but confidentially told us that when she moves to Kansas, she’ll conveniently ditch him. She kept going on giving such information in hopes of what? Picking one of us up? Getting some money out of us for a mythical need? I don’t know. The conversation became interesting when she told us…
“I’ve wanted to become Amish”.
“Really? Why?”
“Well, not Amish. Just get married to a Amish guy. I think he’d be more stable and less likely to cheat on me.” Ooh, interesting. That piece of information ‘bout sent John and I spinning. Then she kept going. “He’d be a good person…like you guys.”
This we latched onto and hijacked the conversation. We explained to her that we aren’t naturally good. That of ourselves, we are nothing. It’s Christ living in us that gives us the power and freedom to live above our natural desires. She knew some spiritual information but we couldn’t take any scrap of information for granted. In talking to her, everything needed to be laid out and explained. Only after we talked about God as the ultimate supreme and good being could we proceed with the Garden of Eden and man’s depravity. From there, we went to the Cross. And that’s where we got to, what was for me, the highlight of the evening. Watching the knowledge of truth hit home and her response to it, I knew that we had gotten somewhere with her. It was priceless and a moment I’ll not forget for awhile. Shortly after this, she hurriedly left with her boyfriend, who by this time was getting antsy about the amount of time that we had spent in conversation.
They say a person on average hears the Good News about 7 times before coming to the point of commitment. I don’t know where Sara was but she got closer to it last Friday night. Nor do I know what she really wanted out of 2 guys who were enjoying their drinks and each other’s company. All I know is that she got a whole lot more than what she was looking for. She got Truth!
EJ