Watching his friend die was hardly the preparation he needed to face his own health challenges. And even as he recited the lot of others in his circle who had ended up paralyzed where he had been left unscathed, he could not quell the fear. It furrowed his brow, speeded up his heart, and overflowed in tiny rivulets from the corners of his eyes to the tips of his ear. The tests loomed menacingly closer as the minutes raced by and all he could think of was, what if I don't make it? What if this time my luck has finally run out?
It was then someone took the time to stop, to listen, and to tell him about the Shepherd. Together they talked about Him, read His letter, and prayed to Him. And suddenly, in the middle of despair hope appeared.
Somewhere in this brief story is a real life testimony. It makes little difference to whom it happened or when or where. The point is, God gives opportunities to be his voice to a hurting world much more often than we realize. We are putting on masks for safety in this pandemic but we are all being unmasked as isolation, stress, and anxiety drive our fears to the surface. Everyday we are meeting people desperately needing to hear a message of hope.
We can be the one to point them to Jesus. It could make all the difference in the world.
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