We were walking in a community known for its large Sai Baba temple. We were invited into a home only a short distance away. We ducked our heads and entered the home. In a hurry the homeowner swept the dust off the floor, laid down a mat and asked us to please sit. Inside the room was a strong diesel smell and a few stacks of bricks that doubled as chairs for those who had come to hear our story.

My friend Sue shared the message of Jesus. She was nearing the end of her story–the most crucial part—the story of the cross, when a woman, who had been attentively listening, excused herself and left. “I will be back,” she said as she moved around five people and ducked her head to walk out the door. “I have to take my son to school.”

Her abrupt departure caught us by surprise, and we assumed she would not come back. Sue continued to tell her story with those who remained. When she finished she asked, “Have you ever heard this story before?”

The silence was broken by the sound of the woman returning to the seat she had left not to long ago. Sue paused, then began again, telling the story at the place where the woman had left. For her benefit, she shared again about the cross.

Finishing her story, Sue asked if anyone would like to know how to find Eternal Peace.  Two women said they wanted that Peace.  One of those women was the one who had returned. The women prayed and our local followers promised to return and help them learn more.

What a sweet reminder of how God’s Spirit touches hearts in a way that draws people to Him, even when we think nobody is listening.