Remember Not

Sowers of Seed
Many others beside John had shared Christ with me before that night. Earlier that year on my eighteenth birthday, my boyfriend took me downtown, and we found a parking spot next to a park in the middle of town. I was mesmerized by a small gypsy wagon in the middle of the park, and a small old man with a big smile beckoned me to him. His sweet manner and kindness drew me to him. His wagon was full of Christian tracts and small Bibles. He told me that Jesus loved me, and he shared the gospel with me. I thought to myself, Does he know what a sinner I am? But his loving words kept me there, as he told me how Jesus died for my sins. Then he gave me a small New Testament and told me to read the book of John. He quoted Isaiah 1:18 to me, which says, “’Come now, and let us reason together,’ says the LORD, ‘Though your sins are like scarlet, They shall be as white as snow; Though they are red like crimson, They shall be as wool.’” Then he wrote that verse out in the front cover of the Bible he had given me. I remembered him that night, when I surrendered my life to Christ, as I realized my sins indeed, had been washed as white as snow!
A young classmate had also shared Christ with me that year, and in a sour mood, I snapped back at her, spitting out my anger, and made her cry. Her name was Ann; a sweet girl with a sparkling smile and a kind heart. She also had very thick glasses, with poor vision. She knew me from one of our high school classes. I should have felt bad about making her cry, but I didn’t. Now that I had accepted Christ, God arranged a reunion!
They asked those who had accepted Christ to go to the prayer room, where they would tell us about our new life in Christ, explaining what it meant to be a child of God. They gave us a Bible, and encouraged us to read it daily, to pray, and to go to church so we could fellowship with other believers. I didn’t know that many from the service, liked to greet the new believers as they came out of the prayer room. And when the door opened, there was a huge crowd, joyously greeting us and praising God. Despite the throng, all I could see was sweet Ann! She was right in front of me, but did not recognize me because of her poor vision. I cried out, “Ann!” And with a look of shock she said, “Hannah?” “Yes!” I cried, hugging her and apologizing over and over how sorry I was for making her cry. Oh, the mercy and the goodness of God! He is so wonderful! She had shared the gospel in sweet faith, and the Lord put her there that night, to see the fruit of the seeds she had planted! I am overwhelmed, just thinking about the wonderful ways that God works!
In the morning sow your seed, and in the evening do not withhold your hand; for you do not know which will prosper, either this or that, or whether both alike will be good. (Ecclesiastes 11:6)