Jesus, the Good Shepherd, will leave His flock to search for one lost sheep (Luke 15:4). In 2005 He found one sitting in a crowded deli in Beverly Hills, Calif. And He used two unwitting participants from Seattle, wife Alisa and I, to make first contact. We entered the deli because Alisa, a cancer survivor, was feeling nauseous following a thermography breast exam at a clinic across the street; she thought a bagel might calm her stomach. The only seats available were at a table occupied by a young woman, who invited us to join her.
Our lunch companion was open and friendly. She shared her life story: raised Catholic, former Vegas showgirl and go-go dancer, aspiring screenwriter. As we finished eating the conversation turned to spiritual matters. We had a brief window to share Christ. As the woman got up to leave – she was late for an appointment – Alisa held up her Bible and asked if she wanted it. She said yes, stuffed it in her purse and darted out the door.
As we drove back to our hotel we marveled at God’s timing and providence. The Good Shepherd sent two unprepared and unlikely evangelists, Alisa and I, to reach this lost lamb in the sprawling Los Angeles basin.
ADDENDUM – God was at work before our deli encounter. We arrived at the medical building without the office number, doctor’s name and phone number – information we had left at the hotel. We stood in a hallway staring at rows of office doors with numbers. Three other floors looked the same. In a panic, Alisa and I held hands and prayed. When we finished I turned, picked the nearest door and poked my head in. It was the office we were searching for. We were stunned. Alisa shared this fresh testimony with our lunch guest.