Touched by the Gospel

I met her on the lobby last Sunday with an unusual look on her face. Her brother is in the hospital and is in a critical condition. Christmas is two weeks away and a shadow of gloom is cast over their family. Her pain is obvious.

“So how are you doing?” I asked, carefully observing that her make up was a bit smudged. I could tell she’s just been crying minutes ago.

She then told me the story of how her older brother finally came to know Jesus. After years of sharing the gospel to him and praying for his salvation, her brother finally relented and surrendered his life to God.

“I couldn’t believe it. All those years…” she cried.

We stood there in the middle of the lobby, silently rejoicing at the grace of God in their family. We cried and parted ways, sorrowful yet rejoicing.

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