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 to hear more. And lots of people break down in tears because they feel lost and can't imagine the Shepherd coming to look for and rescue them." We bought a couple Easter bunnies, then the shop owner asked if she could pray for us. Her two young children, assistant confectioners, emerged from behind the counter, took our hands in theirs, and bowed their heads for the prayer. When their mother finished they said together “Amen.” The young mother gave us a small paper bag of sample truffles, and sent us on our way smiling.