There must be millions of things God will do to bring his children home, and I remember a few personalized just for me and at just the right time. It’s interesting how we a can hold a picture in our mind of certain events that may be decades old. I don’t know how your memory works, but mine is not a movie, but more like a series of snapshots. We may not remember the details surrounding a particular incident, but for some reason it can leave a timeless and meaningful impression. Beyond the fact that God planned me from the beginning of time, birthed me into a Christian family, introduced Himself through years of Sunday School and all sorts of church activities, there remain a few snapshots of how he moved in my spirit in order to continue the process of bringing me home. One is of me in my car, window down and heading west, halfway between Johnson City and Kingsport, Tennessee. A song was playing on the radio that stirred me to a deeper commitment. It was a country song, not even Christian in nature, but with a message now long forgotten, but a result still evident.
There is one snapshot that caused a slow turn in my life and did not yield results for another year or so. I can still so vividly see us standing in the back parking lot of the NCR building on Virginia Beach Boulevard in Norfolk, Va. The sales meeting was over and several of us had stopped to discuss where we would be going for the evening. As one car pulled through our group headed home, I stopped him to ask why he was leaving and not going with the rest of us. He merely said he was going home to be with his family. That’s when I noticed a Bible on his dashboard. It startled me because this was a guy who could run with the best of us. So, I asked him about the Bible and what was going on in his life. He simply said “I’ve come to the point in my life that I need to either get in, or get out. No more pretending.” Wow! Like I said, it took awhile for that seed to germinate, but I am so thankful to God for the many times that He has provided that little nudge. To think He has been present through all my shenanigans is nothing but amazing… Amazing Grace, that is.
Now with more than 100,000 Witness bracelets and other articles bearing the symbols spread around the world, I have assurance that these often serve as a little nudge for people who are being prepared for change. I know it’s true, because I hear so often from folks who tell me their story of how the Witness symbols have impacted their life. Wikipedia has it right: “’A picture is worth a thousand words’ refers to the notion that a complex idea can be conveyed with just a single still image. It also aptly characterizes one of the main goals of visualization, namely making it possible to absorb large amounts of data quickly.”