A WITNESS? WHO ME?

"For you will be His witness to all men of what you have seen and heard." Acts 22:15. (NKJV),

“Who me? A witness? Don't think so--wouldn't know what to say.”

“What is a witness, son?” 

Timmy’s brow furrowed. “Someone who tells what happened.”

“Right. Do you trust what anyone says?” 

Timmy chewed on his bottom lip. “No. Someone who tells the truth?”

“Right, again. You trust Mr. Jim?” At Timmy’s nod, he said, "Why?” 

“'Cause he’s nice to me. He stood up for me when those bullies chased me, remember? He was sweeping the sidewalk in front of his store and...”

“I remember. So he looks out for you?”

“More than that, Grandfather. He’s my friend.” Grandfather smiled.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. You see, son, being a witness is more than talk. It’s the way we act, the way we live. When the Lord Jesus is in your heart, He’s the one who witnesses as you allow Him to fill your life.”

“That’s not easy. I still do bad things.”

“I get it. We humans tend to do that.” Grandfather chuckled as he put his arm around his grandson. “We have hope and the Lord Jesus commands we let others know they can have hope, too.”

“Even the bullies?”

“Even the bullies.” He squeezed Timmy’s shoulder. "When we extend kindness when it's not expected, we're witnessing. Sometimes not saying anything shouts loud and clear."

"Like Mr. Jim? He didn't yell at those boys. Talked with them really soft-like. 

"Oh. Now I understand. Did you know two of them come to his Sunday School class?"

"Good to know, son."

"You know what? I want to be a witness."

"You are, son. As we share His love and kindness, we're witnessing." He patted his grandson on the back.

Kingdom Thinking. I was wrong. Witnessing includes more than sticking a track in someone’s hand. It’s a way of life. The Lord Jesus promises to love me and never leave nor forsake me. In my daily walk, He reaches out to others through me. He’ll do the same for you. Won’t you come?