Driving up the Central Coast to a meeting, Evelyne and I espied a bright little chocolate shop. We marched inside, and the young woman behind the counter—the owner—struck up a conversation. She then naturally and warmly segued from talking about her shop into telling the story of the shepherd who left ninety-nine sheep behind to find the one that was lost. She said, “I used to be lost just like that sheep, but the Shepherd found me.” It was a beautiful way to share about Jesus. I asked how many times a week she gets a chance to do that, and she said, "Usually about three times."
What's the response? "Some say, 'I'm an atheist--I don't want to hear that!' I just ask them their name and silently commit to pray for them. Some are interested and want