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A Tap on the Shoulder, a Tug on the Heart

Three years ago I took on a summer job working midnight shift at a break pad factory. Every morning I would come home covered in black soot - in my nose, my ears, and my hair. I remember first walking in for an orientation and realizing my floor was mostly manned by guys – and some of them looked at me as if to say, “what the heck is a blonde girl doing here? Does she think this is a hair salon or something?” Though this may not sound appealing for many of you ladies, it was one of the best summers of my life.
I made it my goal that summer to love everyone around me as much as humanly possible. I heard stories that were fascinating and others that were heartbreaking. I made some incredible friends. Our conversations were always yelled out, because the loud machines combined with our earplugs made hearing difficult.
Though I have many amazing memories from that place, one really stands out. One night a new guy stepped onto the floor and immediately I felt uncomfortable around him. My instincts turned out to be accurate. He came right up to me, and before even introducing himself, made a very sexually derogatory comment. I told him to never speak to me like that again and I wanted nothing to do with him for the following weeks.
But one night at the beginning of my shift, I heard God telling me, “Michelle, give him your Bible.” I immediately started arguing with God. My Bible was very dear to me. I had had it for years. I had taken it on all my mission trips and had life lessons scribbled all over the margins. I’m sure some of you can relate.
So I began to bargain with God. I said, “Ok, how about I will go buy him his very own Bible tomorrow, and give it to him when I see him during our next shift?” But I felt God telling me that it had to be my Bible, and I had to give it to him before our shift was over. I argued with God all night, until one question hit me hard: Michelle, do you love your Bible as an object more than you love what the Bible actually says - to be obedient and to love God and people regardless of the cost?
Long story short, I walked up to him at the end of the shift, and with my hands shaking gave him my Bible. I almost expected him to laugh and throw it out in front of me, but he was visibly moved. He kept saying, “But…this is yours…why would you give it to me?” He thanked me, put it into his pocket, and went home.
Here’s the crazy part: I never saw him again. I came to work the next day and found out he had been fired. I realized that If I had disobeyed God by going out and buying him a Bible instead of giving him my own, he never would have gotten it. I was so humbled. This guy came from a strict Muslim family and probably would not have had many opportunities to get his hands on a Bible. Please pray for him.
This experience taught me that it is always worth it to pay attention when God taps us on the shoulder. Even if it makes us uncomfortable. Even if it makes us look stupid. Even if it costs us something. I hope this story is an encouragement to you this week as you live for God. Be blessed girls, and be listening when God calls!
Michelle







June 6th, 2009 at 4:57 pm
I have a similar story that definitely tested me and brought me to a place of conviction and a heart of obedience.
Last summer, I volunteered at a young men’s custody home as the ‘assistant to the chaplain’ (which really meant I got to hang out with a bunch of messed up guys and just love on them) I had been there for three months and had really built into the lives of a couple of them. On my last night there before I returned to school, I had the opportunity to speak to the group of guys.
That night, I was entirely unprepared. I thought I knew what I was going to talk about, but as God often does, I knew that God wanted me to say something else. The problem was, I was on my ride there and still had NO IDEA! It was a particularly intimidating night because there were more guys than usual and all the staff was different. I entered in with a deep breath and asked God to speak through me.
I presented Christianity with a bold disclaimer-that the Christian life was not easy. As a follower of Christ, we are called to lay down our lives which means we are called to sacrifice. How quickly was I challenged with my own challenge! As I was in the midst of explaining the sacrifices in my life, one of the guys asked me to see my Bible. I too felt a certain attachment to this Bible because it had been a gift from a friend and was my only Message Bible. Shortly after skimming through the pages, the young man asked me if he could have it. Immediately, I fought the same fight Michelle did; however, God quickly echoed the words I had just spoken about sacrifice. I released the Bible into his hands (and His hands).
I too never saw that young man again..and probably never will. However, I am so thankful that God gave me the opportunity to be obedient and that my obedience did cost me something. The value of that Bible went up…not at all in material terms; rather, in eternal terms.
Please also pray for that young man. He has come from a life of struggle and pain, yet has the Truth. Pray that the words of truth would change his life and that they would be passed on to others.
P.S That night, one of the guys there came to Christ. What a humbling experience knowing that by simply trusting in God and allowing Him to speak through me even when I felt afraid and intimidated, I was able to be a part of a young man’s eternity!