It’s all about Jesus
It started with a phone call. Someone named Julie, wanting to drop off toys and some baby clothes at the church for someone in need.
“You’re the only church I’ve called,” she explained.
I told her we would welcome any donations or gifts she wanted to bring us and we would make sure they were given to someone in need. We arranged a time for her to drop her items off and said our goodbyes.
The designated time came and went with no sign of Julie. I thought it odd at the moment, but quickly moved to other tasks and meetings scheduled that very busy day, and my earlier conversation faded from my memory until about half way through my last meeting. As I glanced out the window a strange car pulled slowly into our driveway and I could see a lady straining to see where she was at, or if she was at the right place. Excusing myself from the meeting for a moment, I opened the door leading to the parking lot and waved at the driver.
“Are you Julie?” I asked.
She nodded in affirmation.
“Well you are in the right place, welcome to Puka Naz!” I exclaimed as she parked her car and opened the door.
I introduced Hau’oli, my Associate, as she began to unload some items from her car. I thanked her for bringing us the items and left Hau’oli to help her and excused myself to return to my meeting.
I wrapped up my meeting nearly an hour later and headed out the door for home. I was surprised to see Hau’oli and Julie still visiting. I stopped and thanked her again for her generous gift. She sighed and looked down at the ground.
“This has been the worst day of my life,” she said quietly.
We listened as she shared with us that her son had been sentenced to a lengthy jail term. “I’ll be spending Christmas and New Years alone,” she explained.
I began to realize her donation had very little to do with her desire to be charitable, and nearly everything to do with despair. She was alone she was sad, and she was broken, and for some reason she was drawn to this place of worship.
“I’m tired and I don’t even know what is true anymore.” She stated sadly.
I smiled as Hau’oli Kalama spoke with kindness and authority, “Aunty, Jesus is the truth! It’s all about Jesus! Let me tell you about Jesus…….”
I listened as Hau’oli continued to reassure, witness, and express his love to our new friend.
God is so good and I am so thankful for the Holy Spirit who is actively using this church and this body of believers to bring hope and to bring love to our broken world! To Him be the glory!
I know we have not seen the last of Julie. I pray she experiences an authenticity and love so profound she cannot resist embracing the source, Jesus. It’s all about Jesus, all about Jesus, all about Jesus!