Choosing a story is so hard. I could tell of the young religious philosophy major, Valerie, with beautiful but sad eyes. And I had to look at her eyes because her tongue and the area below her lip were pierced. They were a bit distracting because they kept clinking when she talked. But the Lord knew I needed to see into her eyes, for when I explained the gospel to her, although there was a hardness about her, her eyes spoke a certain sadness.
But the one young woman I would like to tell you about was Cassandra. She was on the campus, reading a newspaper. I walked up to her to ask her if she would like to hear some good news in a world of bad news. She replied that she was just reading about the bad news. I sat across from her as she took the tract and read it. When she finished, I asked her what she thought about it. She said that she knew all of this. She had been raised with all this. But when I asked her if she personally knew the Lord, she shook her head and replied no.
It took me aback to see someone openly admit to not knowing the Lord. She told me that her husband was a believer, and she had two Christian grandmothers. I told her that our meeting was not by chance–it was in answer to the prayers of her husband and grandmothers.
We talked for what seemed an hour. She told me of her life and it was so much like mine when I was her age. I could understand what she was feeling, and she knew it. How wonderful that the Lord knows what needy soul to bring along, to meet with just the right believer.
She sat, smoking her cigarette and listening as I explained the gospel to her from Genesis on–and why we are in the condition that we are in. But I also told her the good news of God’s love for us. She seemed so close that I could have reached out and pulled her in, but she had to come to the Lord in her time. He would pull her in.
We got up to leave and instinctively we both reached out and hugged each other. I told her that she had a husband and two grandmothers that were praying for her; she might as well give up, stop running, and trust the Lord. We embraced for one last time. I told her that I would be praying for her and that I wanted her for a sister. We both turned and left our ordained meeting. I hope and pray that I will see Cassandra again, if not on this earth, in heaven.