Persist

One Sunday afternoon, my heart was throbbing beyond normal for souls. The Church Service was over. I interacted with the brethren for a while and then we parted. I set out to go home and got on board a bus. So I sat beside a lady in the bus and the Holy Spirit nudged me gently to ask her how her Church Service went. I dismissed it as my own thought- maybe because the lady was not dressed like a "Churchy" person.

The thought came again but I seemed to resist it again. Besides, she seemed to be in her own world, looking out through the window and enjoying the scenery.

When the thought came again, I blurted out, "How was Church today?" She said, "I'm not a Muslim...I'm a Muslim." I think that was a slip of tongue. So I mused to myself, "Well, that's great. This is your day of salvation." So I shared the Gospel with her, explaining to her that our sins needed to be dealt with and that's why Jesus died on cross to pay for our sins. He served as the propitiation for our sins. When I was done preaching, I urged her to call on the Name of Jesus so that she would be saved. She replied, "It doesn't match with my beliefs." 

By this time, I was almost at my destination. I told her, "God bless you," and then I had to drop off the bus. I thanked God, even though she did not give her life to Christ when I preached to her. I had obeyed the Voice of the Lord and I was confident that in due time she would have a personal encounter with the Lord.

I continued my journey home. But this time, instead of going straight home, I did not. I kept walking onwards, even though I had gone past the junction leading home. Was I exploring the community? For some strange reason I kept walking. Then I figured out why I was still walking. I was looking for a lost soul. As I walked on the path, I did not come across a single person.

Finally, when I had decided to return home, I saw a young man sitting on a slab on the ground. I approached him and shared the Gospel with him. He received the Word and asked Jesus to be the Lord of his life! Hallelujah! After sharing with him, I discovered that he was a Muslim. His name is Yahaya. I was so excited in my spirit!

Persist, despite the odds, and you will win the lost, for we must win the lost at all costs!

Glory to God!