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Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Holy Spirit Glow

By Cheryle M. Touchton
The Pocket Full of Quarters Lady

But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned. 1 Cor 2:14 KJV

Have you ever been with someone when they prayed to receive Jesus? I have. I keep my eyes open when we pray because I love to watch for it. The “It” is what I call The Holy Spirit Glow. It usually starts in the middle of the salvation prayer. There may be a tremor in their voice. If I’m holding their hand, sometimes we both feel a jolt. Maybe their hands start to tremble or the eyes flood with tears. Occasionally people will grab their chest as the power of it steals their breath or lean on me because their knees buckle. Some beam from ear to ear and others stare stunned, as they process what just happened. It amazes me every time that such a tiny little prayer can evoke so much power.

Britney was my sales clerk at a mall in Tennessee. Her supervisor had actually helped me shop but then, turned me over to Britney to check out. I had already found out that the supervisor did not want to talk about spiritual matters, which was fine. I never push. She walked off and I began a conversation with Britney.

Britney was a sweet college student who had been going to a Baptist church with a friend for 2 years. I could not imagine returning to a Baptist church week after week and not praying to receive Jesus, but Britney had never met Jesus personally. She was a seeker who returned to church gathering intellectual information about the possibility of Christianity in her life.

I gave her the Gospel and she listened eagerly, as if hearing it for the first time. Just to check, I asked one more time if she had ever invited Jesus into her life and she just shook her head.

“Every week, I’ve felt like I was missing something,” she said. “I’ve tried to understand but it didn’t make any sense.”

I understood. She need needed Jesus. Without Jesus, what she was hearing was foolishness. I asked if she wanted to pray with me and she shyly nodded. She repeated the words I said and confessed her belief in the birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus. We asked God to help her with her unbelief. She confessed that she was sinner and asked for forgiveness. When we got to the part asking Jesus to be her Lord and Savior, she gasped and froze in silence.
I misunderstood. Another customer had walked up and I thought she was worried about helping the customer.

“It’s OK Britney,” I encouraged. “Don’t worry about the customer. This is important. Let’s finish this.”

“I know,” she said holding her chest. “I just can’t catch my breath.” She frantically fanned her face as the tears flowed. She paused, took a deep breath, and said, “Dear Jesus, come into my life and be my Lord and Savior. Amen.”

She stood up straighter than she had the entire time we had talked and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The customer had politely stepped back and waited while we finished. She seemed to understand what we were doing. I wanted to give Britney a moment to compose herself so I talked to the customer.

“Are you a Christian?” I asked.

“I am,” she said, looking amazed. “And all I can say is praise God.”

I love to capture the Holy Spirit Glow on someone’s face. I usually ask if I can take a picture right after someone prays but the supervisor had walked back up and looked annoyed at me.

“Thank you for your business,” she said firmly. It was my cue to leave. I try not to stay beyond my welcome so I walked away and so did the supervisor. I waited for a moment and went back to where Britney was waiting on the still amazed customer.

“This is for you sweetheart,” I said, laying the “You Made the Right Decision” tract on the counter. “I’m praying for you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered as I walked away. There is no mistaking the Holy Spirit Glow.

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