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When I was a college student in Atlanta, Georgia many years ago, I would often go to the same laundry to wash clothes. \u00a0I always tried to have some gospel tracts in my pocket to hand out as God gave opportunity.<\/strong><\/p>\n On one particular laundry day I sat down beside a man, who appeared to be Asian, and tried to start a conversation. \u00a0It 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. \u00a0I then pointed to heaven and finally I pointed to my heart.<\/strong><\/p>\n The gentleman stood up, motioned for me to follow him, and he led me outside to his car. \u00a0I was a bit apprehensive, not knowing what to expect, but I followed him outside nonetheless. \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n There was laughter and a warm hand shake. \u00a0There was an understanding much deeper than the simple exchange of words. There was the joy of finding an unknown family member. \u00a0There was fellowship without speaking a word that the other could understand. There was a bond of Christian love.<\/strong><\/p>\n It was a conversation that I shall never forget! \u00a0It is a conversation that we shall one day continue in heaven. \u00a0It was a conversation without words.<\/strong><\/p>\n It was a conversation made possible by the grace of God through our Saviour, Jesus Christ. \u00a0To the believing stranger, foreigner, or fellow citizen, Jesus Christ is always the same.<\/strong><\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When I was a college student in Atlanta, Georgia many years ago, I would often go to the same laundry to wash clothes. \u00a0I 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 … Continue reading Without Words<\/span>