What is Your Colt? A story shared by Mark Adams
Bill Wilson
pastors an inner city church in New York City. His mission field is a very
violent place. He himself has been stabbed twice as he ministered to the people
of the community surrounding the church. Once a Puerto Rican woman became
involved in the church and was led to Christ. After her conversion she came to
Pastor Wilson and said, "I want to do something to help with the church's
ministry." He asked her what her talents were and she could think of
nothing---she couldn't even speak English---but she did love children. So he
put her on one of the church's buses that went into neighborhoods and
transported kids to church. Every week she performed her duties. She would find
the worst-looking kid on the bus, put him on her lap and whisper over and over
the only words she had learned in English: "I love you. Jesus loves
you."
After several
months, she became attached to one little boy in particular. The boy didn't
speak. He came to Sunday School every week with his sister and sat on the
woman's lap, but he never made a sound. Each week she would tell him all the
way to Sunday School and all the way home, "I love you and Jesus loves
you."
One day, to
her amazement, the little boy turned around and stammered, "I---I---I love
you too!" Then he put his arms around her and gave her a big hug. That was
2:30 on a Sunday afternoon. At 6:30 that night he was found dead. His own
mother had beaten him to death and thrown his body in the trash......."I
love you and Jesus loves you." ....Those were some of the last words this
little boy heard in his short life---from the lips of a Puerto Rican woman who
could barely speak English. This woman gave her one talent to God and because
of that a little boy who never heard the word "love" in his own home,
experienced and responded to the love of Christ.....
What can you
give? What is your "colt". You and I each have something in our
lives, which, if given back to God, could, like the colt, move Jesus and His
message further down the road.
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