Lucille Yuen

Something wonderful happened today. Every day is a day the Lord has made, and today He answered my prayer that a door would open so I could sow the kernel of life that is the Good News.

I’ve been praying for opportunities to show people the way to safety in the love of God. Whatever I am in Christ, strong or weak, I have in my heart a passion to lead others to saving faith in Christ. I know Jesus is the real thing, and everyone should be given the chance to know who He is.

These last two weeks that I have been blessed to teach English to a native German have been a joy, but I felt the nudging of the Holy Spirit to not neglect walking him through God’s plan of salvation for us sinners.

During the last part of our morning together today, the door I had been praying for opened. The student and I had been talking about museums and he told me about the Karl May museum that honors the 19th century German author who wrote 150 books about American Indians. He had begun writing before he’d ever visited the American West, but ended up being adopted into the Apache tribe.

As my student and I talked about books we’d read, we discovered we had read some of the same authors, and I knew the time had arrived to share. I asked him if he had ever read the Bible, and he answered that he had. He’d found a thick, worn 19th Century Bible in a flea market in Germany and had bought it. I told him I wanted to share something from the Bible with him, and took out a Gospel tract produced by Dallas Theological Seminary. It’s a really simple and reader-friendly tract with simple graphics. We read through it together, with him reading aloud along with me and when we came to the prayer, he read that, too.

I asked him if he had said the prayer at the end, and he said that he had. I asked him if he had prayed it from his heart, and he said he had. I told him that if he prayed that prayer from his heart, God had forgiven him his sins. I told him that God would receive him as His son and that his past and future sins would be forgiven, and when he died, that God guaranteed that he would go to be with Him in heaven. He assured me that he had believed.

I prayed for him all afternoon and at prayer meeting this evening that the seed of the Gospel would not be removed by Satan’s wicked devices. I made a promise to myself that I would pray for him for a year that God would keep him safe, nurture his fledgling faith, and bring people and things into his life to encourage him in his new walk with God. I prayed that he would keep and read the tract and the little books, “My Heart Christ’s Home” and “Forgiveness” on the long trip home on the plane and not throw them away.

The hope I have in all this is that I am only responsible to sow the seed. God’s Word is powerful and speaks truth when the Holy Spirit drives it home. Salvation is of the Lord, not me. Even a clumsy attempt can be blessed of God when He intends to save a man. When someone opens the door of his heart even a tiny crack, God notes that willingness, and is faithful to take it all the way. With the slightest glimmer of sincerity God will meet the seeker there. How divinely kind, how powerful and good God is.

I said, “God bless you” to the receiver today, and as I turn him over to the Lord’s safekeeping, I know He will.