I was enjoying singing u201cHosanna, hosanna, here comes the King of Peaceu201d on Palm Sunday in our local church. There didnu2019t seem to be much peace in our city, but I prayed that each person there would find peace in their hearts.
I noticed a young man at the back of the church who I hadnu2019t seen before. He slipped out during the final prayer. As I was preaching on Good Friday, I noticed him there again. Later, on my way home, I saw him at the metro station. As we talked, he shared that he was searching for peace for himself and his people. His train cameu2014he stayed talking. Then my train cameu2014I got on, only to hear Godu2019s voice telling me to get off and finish the conversation.
On Easter Sunday, he was at church again. During communion, he walked right up to the front and took the bread and juice. As I served him, he said, u201cToday I have taken his name.u201d Once again, he left before the end of the service.
I never discovered his name, and often wonder what happened to him. Iu2019m trusting that our brief encounter has been used for good and for Godu2019s purposes. Please pray for this new believer.
From an overseas worker in South Asia
