FAITH

Coffee and Hot Buttered Biscuits

Two miles back down the road I smelled the freshly brewed coffee. The drive-through window lady always knew to put in three extra sugars and four creams. I could almost taste the hot buttered biscuits . . . At the entrance of the restaurant the traffic was behaving, so I pulled into the lot and wondered why it was not packed. I reasoned that the damp, dreary morning was still early and, after all, it was only Monday.

I maximized the moments by applying fresh mascara. Between the dark strokes I noticed there were only two cars in line, and in front of me was a stalled car. Just what I needed, I murmured. I had only minutes to arrive at Turner field. Unexpectedly, an anxious, nervous stranger hurried out of the stalled car toward me. She was in tears. Apologetically the stranger asked me to drive around her car. Observing her helpless situation I felt a great deal of compassion. But who was I? I certainly was no mechanic, besides I was now late for sure. The baseball parking lot would be filled by the time I would arrive. I hoped that I wouldn’t bump into Mr. Turner in the elevator.

But it seemed that God was directing me in a very strange way. The radio blasted my favorite song but I turned it off. Being a Christian for several years taught me to pray and listen to God in difficult circumstances. Suddenly, I felt impressed to witness the Gospel of Jesus Christ to the Stranger. I felt a little unsure, but I asked her if she would like me to pray for her car to start. She quickly agreed. Wow that felt good. She gave her heart to Jesus right there in the drive-through on that damp, dreary Monday. Soon afterward, she began to weep with joy and then speak with a new confidence. She bravely turned and asked someone to help push the car out of the drive-through line.

Before leaving, I gave her assistance to help with the much needed car repairs. Later that day she called to thank me for everything. She was bubbling over with excitement. She also said “several people had hurried around her that morning,” but no one had stopped to offer help. We gave God the glory for all that he did. Enthusiastically I shared scriptures from the bible with her (Romans 9:10) and (Mathew 18:18-20). I knew that this will help build her faith.

I learned that we all have spiritual assignments to help others even on damp, dreary mornings. Hopefully coffee and hot buttered biscuits will be waiting for me in the morning.

By Katie Lee