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Theology, Anthropology & Archaeology => EVANGELISM & THEOLOGY => Topic started by: Billy Evmur on August 15, 2020, 04:50:28 am
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I worked for the same company for 12 years from leaving school as a butcher working through the grades from junior to leading to skilled tradesman and training specialist to department manager. After leaving that job and getting saved I worked at scores and scores of jobs in between preaching ventures. Low grade jobs, hard jobs, anything to keep afloat.
One such job was an operative at burger restaurant in London's Earl's Court Rd, London's Aussie quarter. I was the only white English person there, the folks came from every which country and clime you can think of. Those guys loved me like in no other job I have ever been at. I was only person who turned red when the Indonesian manager hollered and everybody laughed. The work was hard, the boss yelled but he was a good boss with his pretty Indonesian partner.
Rose was a big West Indian girl, she was built and looked a little like Cassius Clay [Mohammad Ali] she was anything but a rose. The boys were all terrified of her. She would wrastle them to the ground and sit on them.
Her worse trick was to come behind a guy on the till while he was serving a customer and pinch extremely very hard.
One day I was on the till and I saw Rose heading toward me. Inwardly I screamed, "Lord help ... strike Lord" :D
But the Lord did not strike Rose
As I turned to face her a remarkable thing happened, I felt the muscles of my face relax and then suddenly lift up as though by unseen fingers into what I knew was radiant smile, I had a most incredible sense that Jesus was looking at Rose through my eyes and pouring love upon her.
I asked "how are you doing Rose?" but she heard me to say "you're full of the devil Rose" She stopped in her tracks as though hit with a cricket bat.
Later she came and asked if I would have a chat with her on the back stairs. She opened her heart to me, she said how she really wanted to be loved by everyone, but she didn't know how, it seemed to her as though there was a chain around her heart that always prevented her from showing her real self, holding her back.
Now it just so happened [because the Lord had done this thing] that I had a tract in my pocket which depicted a human heart with a chain and padlock around it "you mean like this? Rose was astonished and I took her through the message showing how that Jesus had died on the cross to set her FREE and how she could b born again in an instant if she would believe. She DID believe and together we prayed her into the kingdom and she became a faithful member of her local Pentecostal church
The result of this was a mini revival took place in that burger joint, "what's happened to Rose? ... why is everybody talking about God?" other christians were emboldened share what they could about the Lord and one little Bretheren sister invited the whole staff to attend her baptism.
I am so looking forward to meeting Rose in heaven. Never since have I quite had that sense of Jesus actually looking out of my eyes and loving somebody like He did with Rose.
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Would it still smell as sweet?
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Would it still smell as sweet?
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Would it still smell as sweet?
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