I guess that I was born to whistle. Ever since I can remember as a young lad I would be whistling while on the way to school or when I was working or oftimes just while resting. Little did I know the witnessing tool that it would become when I became a Christian. After I was saved and the Lord put a new song in my heart I began to whistle the new hymns that I had heard and learnt at our church. They took up residence in my life and had to find a way of expression somehow, I mean who can not burst forth in song or whistle when one has been redeemed. Who does not notice a happy whistler. I know I sure do. I have oftimes been on a job site or at a store and have heard someone whistling and it has picked up my spirit as well.
Just a couple of days ago I was whistling while shoveling snow on a job site and when a couple of ladies walked by, one of them said, "Are you whistling to keep warm?" "No," I said,"I am whistling because I have a warmth in my heart because I know the Lord Jesus Christ as my personal Saviour". Both of them chuckled and then one of them said, "You should sing!" I said, "I can do that too" and sang a bit of the hymn, Hallelujah, What a Saviour. They entered into the building laughing. Do you think that that would have an impact on their day, I believe it would! I can hear them telling their fellow employees you should have seen the crazy guy that we met this morning.
I am now going to share with you how whistling led to meeting a fellow at a gas pump and how he later became a pastor at the church I attended in Calgary. I had been doing some jobsite cleanups in the northwest area of town and had stopped to gas up. While standing at the pump | was whistling away and a small sized yellow honda motorcycle pulled up. I nodded to the fellow as he put his kickstand in position and began to fill his tank. He said to me,"Well you sure sound like a happy camper" I then said to him, "wouldn't you be happy if you knew that your sins had been forgiven and that if you were to die today that you would go to heaven" He then responded , "You must be a Christian," I said "yes, I am, and you?" He said that he was and asked me what church I attended. When I told him that I attended a small baptist church, he said that he attended one as well. I then said to him, you should come out for a service sometime, he said, "I will, where is your church located anyways?" When I gave him the location he was suprised. He said,"I live on that street and I don't see any church located there." I said, we are meeting in a steel butler buiding 40' by 60'. He said "Is that what that building is" "I live right across the street from it." We both chuckled shook hands and left rejoicing.
A couple of months went by and Frank never showed up at our services. Then one day while at the same gas pump filling up again, lo and behold who would show up on that little yellow honda motorcycle, but Frank. When he began apologizing for not making it out to a service and that he was going to try and make it there. I responded, "Frank, I don't want you to feel pressured to come, just come when it is convenient for you."
The very next Sunday Frank came and was warmly welcomed by the small congregation. He enjoyed the message and the fellowship and eventually became a member of that church and praise God he also became the pastor. So my challenge to you dear believer, "Just whistle while you work", you never know who's life might be changed as a result thereof.