But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon
you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.” Acts
It’s a true story. It’s a story about last words.
The story comes from a church’s Sunday school ministry in a part of New York City that has been rated the “most likely place to get killed.” The pastor of that
church has been stabbed twice and shot at once. At least one member of his team has been killed.
A Puerto Rican lady got saved in church and came to the pastor with an urgent request. She didn’t speak a word of English, so she told him through an interpreter,
“I want to do something for God, please.”
“I don’t know what you can do,” he answered. “Please let me do something,” she said in Spanish. “Okay, I’ll put you on a bus,” the pastor said. “Ride a different
bus every week and just love the kids.”
So every week she rode a different bus. She would find the worst-looking kid on the bus, put him on her lap and whisper over and over the only words she had learned
in English: “I love, you. Jesus loves you.”
After several months, she became attached to one little boy in particular. “I don’t want to change buses anymore,” she said. “I want to stay on this one bus.”
The boy didn’t speak. He came to Sunday school every week with his sister and sat on the woman’s lap, but he never made a sound. Each week she would tell him all
the way to Sunday school and all the way home, “I love you and Jesus loves you.”
One day, to her amazement, the little boy turned around and stammered, “I-I love you, too.” Then he put his arms around her and gave her a big hug.
That was 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon. At 6:30 that night, the boy was found dead in a garbage bag under a fire escape. His mother had beaten him to death and thrown
his body in the trash. “I love you and Jesus loves you.” Those were some of the last words he heard in his short life – from the lips of a Puerto Rican woman who could barely speak English.
Who was that lady? What was her name? I don’t know her name, but I know who she was. She was a witness.
The last words of Jesus:
“You shall be my witnesses.”
“I’ll provide you with the power through My Spirit.”
“I’ll provide you with the opportunity between now and the time I come again.”
“I’ll provide you with the message of my death and resurrection.”
“I’ll provide you with the vision of a world-wide mission.”
“Now, be my witnesses.”
Have a great day, and keep moving forward!
Posted on 10/29/2013
by Dr. Stephen Rummage filed under