Two Sundays ago we were singing the song, “Til I See You Again.” The song’s chorus includes the phrase, “I will learn to trust you…” As we sang the song I had the impression that someone out there was giving their life to the Lord.
After the song I said to the congregation that I knew that someone had given their life to Christ during the singing of that song. I mentioned that when a person comes to the Lord there is more celebration in heaven than any of us could muster up with our guitars and worship team.
And I asked that person to email me and tell me who they were.
Sunday afternoon came. I checked my computer. No email. Sunday night I logged on, disappointed that no one had written me. Monday morning came. No email. Monday afternoon. Nada. I was beginning to feel like I missed the Lord. What a fool, I thought. I went home. I take Tuesdays off.
Tuesday morning I wake up and take my daughter to the dentist. I’m sitting there looking at a recipe on how to make grilled cheese sandwiches with brie cheese and crabmeat in the Houston magazine when I hear a woman’s voice behind me.
“Father Bill? Is that you?"
I glanced back to see a woman who I know attends church. “Hey. Good to see you.”
“It’s so funny to see you here." She pausesd "I was going to email you this morning.”
"Email?“ I dropped the magazine, turned to face her and smiled. “And why were you gong to email me?”
And she shared how, during the singing of that song, she had given her life to Christ! Tears came to our eyes. This was the real deal.
“This is way out of my comfort zone,” she said. “But it is really happening.”
We talked for a while, she left, and I sat there thinking, “Isn’t that just like the Lord?” There I was looking for an email and God gave me a person-to-person confirmation. I guess the redemption of a soul is something that should be shared, person to person.
By the way, last Sunday, during worship I was looking out over the congregation as we were singing and we caught eyes. She was beaming!
