When I was a college student in Atlanta, Georgia many years ago, I would often go to the same laundry to wash clothes. I always tried to have some gospel tracts in my pocket to hand out as God gave opportunity.
On one particular laundry day I sat down beside a man, who appeared to be Asian, and tried to start a conversation. It soon became apparent that he did not speak English, so I took a tract that had a cross on the front and I pointed at the cross. I then pointed to heaven and finally I pointed to my heart.
The gentleman stood up, motioned for me to follow him, and he led me outside to his car. I was a bit apprehensive, not knowing what to expect, but I followed him outside nonetheless.
He opened the passenger door, and as he sat down on the passenger seat he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a Bible written in his own language.
There was laughter and a warm hand shake. There was an understanding much deeper than the simple exchange of words. There was the joy of finding an unknown family member. There was fellowship without speaking a word that the other could understand. There was a bond of Christian love.
It was a conversation that I shall never forget! It is a conversation that we shall one day continue in heaven. It was a conversation without words.
It was a conversation made possible by the grace of God through our Saviour, Jesus Christ. To the believing stranger, foreigner, or fellow citizen, Jesus Christ is always the same.