I visit a village called Santa Cecilia every Saturday for sharing the Word of God and being with the people and especially the children. So Saturday I was preparing some things before going there, and decided it was time to go and get some lunch. Outside my window there is an concrete park where a lot of people come, children play, vendors sell items. On the other side of the park, on one of the corners, is a restaurant I like to go and have lunch at. So I went out and began to make my way through the park to get to the corner and have lunch.
As I was walking, you can hear the kids playing, the smells of the vendors’ food cooking. I noticed about 4 drunk people sitting on a bench to my right. As I kept going, one of them, a woman, got up and began to approach me. Apparently, she had a lot of affection to share in her heart that day, and I was now the object of it all. I tried to keep walking, but she kept grabbing at me, insisting over my “no’s” that she loved me, and other things I couldn’t fortunately understand. As I tried to make it through the park, pushing back at her and getting her hands off of me, she’s following along all over me, and now everybody’s watching and laughing. And even though I’m laughing, I’m starting to think, how am I going to get rid of this woman? I was getting near the corner, and I’m thinking, if I go in there to eat, she’s just going to follow me in.
It was just then that I turned my head, and there parked at the corner was a small bus filled with the people from Santa Cecilia. Inside me, I thought, “I am SO glad to see you.” I said to them, “Do you know her?” Yes. I looked at them with beggar’s eyes, “Help me!” So they invited this woman to get on board to take her home. She was very happy to hear and of course, I was supposed to go too. So, I said, “Please, you first,” and as she was getting on and was distracted by the others, I felt this tapping on my shoulder. I turned around, and one of the women from the bus was looking intently at me, and said with all the firmness and urgency of an emergency, “RUN! QUICK, RUN!” So I made a beeline and took off around the corner, and I never looked back.
I was saved!
A few blocks later, I went into another restaurant, ate, and never saw her again.
Now, that makes for a good story for a few laughs, but what’s my point? It’s that the people of Santa Cecilia saved me, they shared in God’s work, and what did they do to do it? Did they give me money? Did they study religion and theology? Did they go and visit me in my home, or take me to the hospital, or go on a mission trip? No, they did none of that. They were just going about their business. Then what did they do?
In that special moment, in that most important moment for me, they said “Yes.”
When I was looking for help, they said “Yes.” That’s it.
John the Baptist is about 30 years old when he baptizes Jesus in the Jordan River. John the Baptist did not spend his 30 years getting a degree in theology, financing the poor and building things for people. He did not do outreach ministry. But when the time came, when God needed someone to identify His Son and prepare His way, to share in His work of salvation, when He came to him and said, “Help me,” John the Baptist said “Yes.” It was only a few months of activity, but that Yes opened the door for Jesus to begin His ministry that saved the world. John’s yes was very powerful.
When Jesus came by the disciples, they weren’t doing anything more than going about their ordinary business. Nothing else. He asked them to follow Him, and they gave Him just their “Yes.” Those “Yes’s” helped to save the world.
God doesn’t expect us to be doing extraordinary things with our life. The ordinary things are perfect with Him. But at some moment, a that special and most important moment, He will come to you looking for help. Tell Him “Yes.” Your Yes is very powerful.
You can help save the world.
The LORD said to me: You are my servant, Israel, through whom I show my glory. … I will make you a light to the nations, that my salvation may reach to the ends of the earth. (Is 49:3,6)