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On the subject of 'almost' missed witnessing opportunities...

Many years ago I was on a train going from Trenton, NJ to NYC. It was 
a very early train and I was very tired when I got on.  I just wanted to 
relax and rest until the train got into the city. After a few stops an 
older woman got on the train and sat in the seat beside me.  I glanced 
at her but proceeded to go back to sleep.  Later, I realized she was 
crying.  In my 'weakness' I said a quick prayer for her but basically 
ignored her.  God quietly reminded me that I was supposed to be a 
witness to her but I pleaded to God that I was just so tired I couldn't 
do much good.  When the train arrived in Penn Station the woman 
dissappeared quickly into the croud.  

As I got up to leave the Lord chastized me for not doing my job.  "I'm 
so sorry, Lord," I said.  "Give me another chance and I promise I 
won't mess up this time." I prayed this as I walked through the sea 
of humanity in the train station.

I don't know if any of you have ever been to New York City (Manhattan), 
but it is a mass of people in a fairly small place. Penn Station is a 
huge underground complex with a multitude of shops and businesses.  
It exits onto a city block which is also occupied by Madison Square Garden.

Literally millions of people traverse the area every day.

Anyway, as I got to the street level I began to look around for the 
direction I had to go to catch my bus.  I walked over to the corner to 
cross the street and the light was not in my favor so I waited.  Lo and 
behold, who should be standing next to me but that same woman 
(I'll bet you guessed that).  She was still visibly upset.  I recognized 
the wonderful work of God and I proceeded not to miss the God-given 
opportunity this time.  I asked the woman if she needed any help 
or if I could be of any help to her.  She told me she had come to 
the city to visit a sick daughter.  So I prayed for her and the daughter 
right there in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the NYC street 
corner.  Then I told her that there was a good church there in 
Manhattan that could be a blessing to her and her daughter.  She 
was obviously moved.  We parted and I do not know what ever 
happened to her (but God knows).

God was merciful to me in giving me the second chance and 
graceful to her in giving her both chances.  Yes, the brother was 
right that God does often righteously remind us of our weaknesses. 
I am not God, but I am glad I know who is.

Kathy Dimick
Falkville, Alabama
kdimick@colsa.com
kedimick@hotmail.com
http://members.tripod.com/~coffeepleaz/index.html

"For to me to live is Christ"