In high school study hall
Robert declared he didn’t believe there was a God. And my grew-up-in-Sunday-School jaw dropped
open. I had never met anyone who didn’t
believe in God before, and it pained me deeply.
So I started praying for
him. The condition of his soul weighed
heavily on my own, and I could not stop thinking about him. He made his declaration the spring of our
senior year, and after that we went our separate ways. But I never stopped praying for him –almost every
day for four years. His atheism was a
sliver in my mind, the pain and anxiety for him always rising up inside me.
I prayed and prayed and
prayed.
Four years later I was
working a summer job at a grocery store in my home town, and one day I was
introduced to a new employee. Robert. My heart stopped when I saw his face, and the
agony for his soul filled mine.
We were both getting off
work at the same time, so I determined to have a talk with him. Working up all my courage, I started to tell
him I had been praying for him. Started
to tell him about God and hoped his heart was in a different place this time.
But before I could get it
out he said, “Hey, I have to tell you something that just happened to me.” He pulled a cross necklace out from under his
shirt and told me how he had just chosen to follow Christ.
I just talked to a friend
yesterday who was in agony for the soul of her family members who are far from
God. Tears filled her eyes as she talked
about them.
Is that you? Don’t give up. NEVER give up praying. Live in agony for that person, and continue
to approach the throne of heaven with your request for the salvation of a
precious soul. Be miserably desperate in
your soul on that person’s behalf.
Never give
up. Dig in. Get
your feet planted, and be willing to spend years praying –if that’s what it
takes.
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