The Good News

I needed my friend that day. Life was running off the rails with my 60-hour workweeks and my avoidance of anything spiritual. Overwhelmed with exhaustion, I called my friend. I clearly needed Jesus in my life, but I didn’t know it yet.

She knew. So she did what friends do: she showed up. I don’t remember exactly what she said about Jesus, but when she handed me some tissues, my heart instinctively knew that I needed what she had: Jesus Christ. Years later, I ran across a story in II Kings 7, where lepers had discovered a deserted camp with lots of food, silver, gold, and clothing. At first, they kept the good news to themselves. But then they remembered that others were starving, so they went back and told the others. That’s what my friend did for me. She knew where the feast was, so she gently led me to that feast. She couldn’t keep it to herself.

This is one of the most important, joyous, and scary callings we have— to bring the Good News to weary friends. That day, my friend could have remained silent out of fear. But in her own way, with a frothy coffee from the corner shop, she brought hope to my doorstep. I’ll never be the same.

Then they said to each other, "We're not doing what is right. Today is a day of good news. If we are silent and wait until morning light, our sin will catch up with us. Let's go tell the king's household. (2 KINGS 7:9)

 

This is an excerpt from our 365-day A Moment to Breathe Devotional Journal.