My friend was an atheist, and there was nothing I could do about it.
She told me she knew a lot of “Christians”—people who claimed the love of Christ but had only hatred for her.
“I just want you to know,” I told her one day, “That’s not Jesus.”
We didn’t talk about Christ much after that, Christine and I. I guess I’d finally reached the point where I didn’t (out of excitement) assault everyone with my faith. Instead, I was learning to wait on what His Spirit wanted me to do.
One morning He woke me up. It was 2 a.m., and I couldn’t stop thinking about Christine. It was an odd prayer, but I whispered it anyway: God, give Christine a dream that will terrify her. Show her You’re real.
I’m not into the scare-people-into-heaven thing. I don’t think that’s God’s method most of the time. He gave me a gentle spirit, but I couldn’t deny that this prayer had come from deep inside me.
I rolled over and eventually drifted back to sleep. It was two weeks before I saw Christine again.
“I’ve converted,” she said.
I was pretty sure I heard her wrong. My friend, the atheist, the wiccan—was converted?
“The other night I had a horrible dream. I woke up and I was shaking. Hell is real. God is real. I fell out of bed and called out to Him.”
Some of you think I’m making this up. I’m not.
I don’t know what happened to Christine, because she moved away and I lost touch with her. But I believe that when she cried out to God, He heard her. And I believe the truth I shared about what Jesus has done for me will not return void.
I’m not sure why I told you this story, other than maybe someone needs to hear it today.
God is powerful.
And He’s got it all under control.
Bekah Hamrick Martin is grateful to be His child.