Rita sank into the hard, metal folding chair and gazed at the mess before her. Chairs were overturned, papers littered the floor and the snack table bore only remnants of the treats that it once proudly displayed.
So much for reaching the people, she thought tiredly. She was sure the only message they received was that if you come to Wednesday night studies you get free food and a warm room for a couple of hours.
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, hosting a Bible study for the people of the small Mexican town she lived in. What she hadn’t realized was how difficult it would be to make them understand the message or how many of the words would translate into something entirely different in their native tongue. She was sure she had confused them more than anything. Frustration swamped her and she felt like growling.
Knowing no other option she bowed her head and did the only thing she knew how, she sent up a prayer. ‘Okay Lord, I need You. I thought I could handle this on my own, but I can’t. Please show me the door through which I am to reach these people and help me to understand Your way.’
Opening her eyes she looked at the mess before her and wearily pushed herself up. Better start clean up now before it gets much later, she thought ruefully. She walked over to the stereo and randomly choose one of the Christian CD’s from the collection stored there. Opening the door to the courtyard she propped it open to let out the stale air, and dragging a waste basket to the middle of the room she started the task of putting things back in order.
Soon she found herself singing loudly along with the words, the fiasco almost forgotten. Things seemed to be cleaned up in what seemed like no time and she felt peace softly settle in her heart. Worship music had always been a balm when her soul became weary and she smiled satisfied at a job well done.
Walking over to the door to dump the dustpan out she stopped stunned. There gathered in the cold night air of the courtyard was a mass of people huddled together against the chill.
‘Lord….???’, she hesitated momentarily confused before she felt understanding dawn that it was the music which had drawn them back. Looking at their dark skinned faces she felt a sudden jolt of excitement when she remembered the single CD she had found filled with Spanish praise songs.
Excited now she motioned them to come in and stood back as they filed silently by her one by one. She quickly walked over to the neatly labeled CD’s and ran her finger along their spines until it she found the solitary Spanish one.
Placing it in the deck she pushed play and stood back to watch their faces. As a hymn started in Spanish she was astonished to see tears in the eyes of many of the older people and she bowed her head as she felt tears crowd her own.
‘Thank you Lord for this awesome opportunity.’, she whispered quietly.
The words of her home pastor echoed through her mind, ‘Don’t try to do the work of the Lord but instead be His willing servant. Ask Him to allow you to be His hands, His feet to serve His purpose here on this earth.’ Looking out over the room she felt foolish and sniffed back the tears hoping that from now on she would do things in the Lords time and not her own.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.