The
day we'd waited for finally arrived. The planning was done. We had our
supplies. People prayed for us. Our team of 4 met in DC to fly together to New
Orleans. Doug Tubb had the first Gospel Conversation when he noticed someone on
the plane reading a Christian book. The man knew Jesus but loved hearing the
Gospel through the colored beads.
Cathy Tubbs and
I had the second conversation. She also knew Jesus. Her eyes lit up at our mission
to preach the Gospel at Mardi Gras. Our server at dinner knew where he was
going in the next life. Our first three conversations blessed us.
After
dinner, we needed groceries and more supplies so we stopped by Wal-Mart before returning
to collapse at our sleep space for the week, the New Orleans Baptist Theological
Seminary.
I first saw
the young family in produce. She looked so tired. She was still wearing her
mail carrier uniform. I thought about talking to them but they were busily
managing the two adorable young boys in their cart. I saw them three more
times.
Dad also
looked exhausted but on a mission to get the shopping done with as little fuss
as possible. I felt drawn to them and was disappointed not to talk to them. I asked
God to open the door for conversation. We kept shopping and I didn't see them
again.
"Cheryle,"
hubby Bob said. "Get in that line. It's shorter." Speaking of getting
the shopping done with as little fuss as possible. Cathy and Doug had already
paid for their groceries. My Gospel team was clearly ready to get back. I
laughed and pulled the cart into the line as Bob directed.
I couldn't
believe it. There right in front of me was the young family I'd followed
through the store. In front of them was a woman with a lot of groceries.
"May I
give your boys a gospel bracelet about Jesus?" I asked. The woman smiled
for the first time that night and agreed. When I started speaking the
scriptures that matched the colored beads, both the father and mother listened but
about half way through it, Steven needed to check out so he stopped listening.
The children
played with their bracelets and the mother and I talked. Taylor went to church
some as a child but worked on Sunday. The youngest was their child. The older
boy was Steven's nephew who they were raising. They clearly had their hands
full.
Taylor hoped
she'd been good enough to go to heaven but wasn't sure. She eagerly prayed to
meet Jesus. When she smiled with her entire face and her face relaxed, I was
surprised at how young she looked.
"Is he
your husband?" I asked, pointing to Steven.
"No,"
she said, looking down. "He's my boyfriend. But we've been together 5
years."
I felt Bob
behind me putting our groceries on the belt and hoped he was providing
spiritual cover while he was paying for groceries.
"What
you've just done is important and I hate it that he missed it. He's finished
paying for groceries. Let's go talk to your boyfriend."
"I
don't know what he'll say," she said hesitantly.
"Let's
try," I encouraged.
Taylor immediately
took the boys a few feet away. I stood in front of this young man with his long
braided hair and body art covering his arms and felt the honor of his undivided
attention and respectful interest. He prayed with me to call on Jesus distinctly
and humbly. He finished, looked up, and the sweetness on his face rocked me. He
thanked me and Taylor hugged and thanked me. I got their contact information
and we all left.
"Bob,"
I said. "Thank you for just taking over the groceries. Were you also
giving spiritual cover."
"I
was," Bob said. "Steven never noticed but I even caught his bananas
that were falling." What a team!
When we got
back to our room, our Mardi Gras Gospel Team planned tomorrow and prayed for
Taylor and Steven. What a great start. What a tender blessing. Thank you God
for putting me in line behind Taylor and Steven!
As I sat
writing this, I heard singing outside. I peeked out the blinds and looked over
the barbed wire fence to the gas station next door. A group of men we call
"The Baptists" were at the gas station next door singing praise songs
and giving the Gospel. Jesus is at Mardi Gras!
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