Just about a year ago a Jewish woman, Rikki, phoned our Washington, D.C. office to register for our Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year) service. I received her name and phone number for follow up.
When I called Rikki she was eager to set a time to meet with me. We decided to get together two days after the Rosh Hashanah service at a restaurant near her home where we could speak privately over a cup of coffee.
The night of the service I tried to spot Rikki in the crowd, but couldn’t—nor did she introduce herself to me. I hoped she had not changed her mind. That night, I gave my story during the service, so I knew it would be easy enough for her to spot me afterward.
I was relieved that Rikki kept our appointment two days later. As we sat sipping coffee and iced tea, I asked her who she thought Jesus was. She replied, I believe that Jesus is the Son of God and that He died for our sins.” I asked her if she had ever asked Jesus into her life. She had not. She had been attending a Baptist church for several years, knew who Jesus was but did not yet consider herself a follower of His. Her boyfriend had urged her to give her heart to Christ, but Rikki wanted her decision to be a real one, not based on pressure or a desire to please anyone but God.
She mentioned that at the Rosh Hashanah service she was struck by something in my story: I had described asking Jesus into my heart over a cup of coffee. At that point she said to herself, “I think that’s what I’m going to do.” Rikki then told me, “When I woke up this morning, I knew that today I wanted to give my life to the Lord.” “What are we waiting for?” I asked. I took her hand, and she prayed a prayer of repentance, asking Jesus to come into her heart. Seeing Rikki enter the new year with new life was a joyous way for me to celebrate the High Holiday.
A year has passed and Rikki’s enthusiasm for the Lord has grown, along with her involvement in her local church.