A new girl raised her hand to share a testimony at the close of our service at the recovery center, and the time was near—I needed to close the service for the morning. But her tears, those streaming down her face for most of the teaching told me, her words were necessary, her heart exploding with a need to give the Lord glory.
She stood, wiping those tears with both hands, explaining her nephew’s conversion in prison, a total new-heart and new-desire, salvation, a complete deliverance from his old lifestyle.
After he served time in prison, coming back home, and known before in the community as a drug dealer, his old friends showed up at his home. They proceeded to filter into his living room, taunting and making fun of his faith in being a Christian.
They accused him of not having faith. Of not being saved. Of not having a clue what he was talking about as far as living for Christ. Their accusations rose in intensity and the atmosphere in the house grew to one that could have gone into violent mode—since the six or so men longed to make a purchase of drugs. Thus, their taunts were pressing.
This nephew of my friend in recovery looked the men in their eyes, and one by one he said, “I’m sorry for selling you drugs. I am new now. I am saved. I serve Christ now. And I need to ask your forgiveness for contributing to your using drugs. Please, forgive me.”
Silence fell in the room, and a few more under-their breath taunts came at the man. But within seconds, the house was cleared, the intruders gone. They saw the change, they witnessed his new response, and I expect it’s rare for a drug dealer to answer taunts like this, unless he’s new in Christ–for real!
My friend from the center told me and the girls, “When I heard of this encounter, I had to go see for myself. Like Thomas who wanted to touch the scars of Jesus, I wanted to touch this new person in Christ. I knew him before, too. And I wanted to see the change.”
She wept telling of the moment when she first saw her relative, and this was some time ago, months and months back, and he’s serving Christ with zeal. He has a new lifestyle, one that honors God, too.
She remembers how some people made fun of him for serving a white Jesus, so she challenged the girls, “We’re all sisters and brothers. We’re all created by God. And just so you know, Jesus doesn’t see color, He simply looks at the heart.”