06-19-2009 7:30:46 AM CST
Let me back up a few weeks to the first time when I met Renee. I was talking to three middle age men when I asked them if they wanted some hot chocolate and they said yes, I went to the truck and started some on the camping stove that I had brought. I gave them the hot chocolate and they were very thankful and we continued our converstion with each other when we were interupted by a drunk lady wearing dark sunglasses. She looked at me and with a drunken slur demanded to know wear "her cofee" was. (She didn't know it was hot chocolate). Like I was in the wrong for not binging her her morning cofee!
This was my first experience with Renee.
The second time I met her her opening words to me were "did you bring me some chicken"?
The third time I met her she said something like "you should buy me something to eat". She said this to me just after she ate (for free) and was comming out of the cafeteria at the mission.
The next time I saw her she was sitting on the side of the road drinking and as I was walking towards her she started yelling to me, "your to late preacher, your to late, I've already started drinking"! She thought it was to late for her to listen to some preaching, but she still asked if I had brought her some chicken!
The next time I was preparing to go to the streets I was writing a tract that the Lord laid on my heart. My daughter Hannah saw me writing the tract and she wanted to write one too. I spent most of the day preparing this tract and printing it and proof reading it and so on. I was ready to go and Hannah gave me her tract, it looked more like a letter. In her own words and with crooked letters and mispellings she wrote that you must be born again and how that Jesus Christ is the only way to God. She asked me to hand this "tract" out to someone on the streets. I reluctantly said O.K.
I hit the streets with my tracts that I worked so hard on and handed a few out, went inside the mission to possibly talk to anyone who would listen. I was walking back to my truck when I remembered that I had not yet kept my word to Hannah about giving her "tract" out to someone.
I thought, oh boy, who am I going to give this "tract" written by a seven year old girl to. And guess who I saw sitting on the sidewalk, yep, it was Renee. I said, I'll give it to her! I approached her and she started the converstion with the usual, "did you bring me some chicken"? I said no, but I do have something for you. I handed her Hannahs tract. She slowly unfolded it and started reading it through those dark black sunglasses she always wears. As I stood there waiting for her reply she remained speachless. I was wondering if she was having a hard time reading Hannah handwriting. So I asked her if she could read what it said. With no verbal response she just nodded her head yes. She looked up at me and for the first time she lifted up those sunglasses off of her eyes. I could see that they were swelling with tears. She said "for me"? I said yes, for you. And then she broke, like a dry twig, she broke! Crying like a little baby, something had broken through to her hard heart! Renee was crying, then I started crying! What a sight it must have been, the preacher and the drunk sobbing together over the Gospel of Jesus Christ!
Yes, this is how God works!
Please pray for Renee.