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I was so happy!
When this one took liberty to do what she did, a young woman across the aisle, a young
soldier rose from her seat. (In Israel, all girls serve in the army. Very seldom do they have to go to
the front lines. They usually stay in the back and do the cooking and the laundry and the book
work.) This soldier woman moved over next to the young man and said, "Please, I am stretching
my ears, trying to hear every word you are saying. I have great interest. I would like to hear more
about this Jesus. I come from Europe and there I knew people who said they believed like this, but
I have never heard this from a Jew before."
The young man was getting rather sullen. He said, "I don't believe in your God. I don't
believe in your kind of a God. I don't believe that He's a Person. To me these roses are my God.
These cypress trees are my God. I see God in all things. These are my God." He paused a moment
and then said, "I want to know the logic of your religion."
"Logic you want to know?" I asked. "Young man, you don't come to God through your mind.
You come to God by faith. You come to God through your heart by faith."
At that he snickered. He did not want to hear such things.
I said, "I don't even want to talk to you then. Don't talk to me anymore. I cannot help you if
you think this is a matter of logic."
The little teacher said, "You can talk to me. I will listen."
The soldier woman said, "You can talk to me. I have great interest and I, too, will listen.
You can tell me."
So I had the joy of telling them about Jesus, and not only them -- I had the feeling someone
was looking over my shoulder. I looked up and there was the bearded conductor of the train. He
was listening as well.
The young man, having all he could take of that, said, "Lady, do you have any luggage?"
"O yes," I answered. "Those two pieces up on the rack and these two down here."
"How do you manage with all that luggage?" Then before I had a chance to answer, he said,
sarcastically, "O I know, you're going to tell me that your Lord helps you all the time."
"What then? How else? Do you think the cypress trees are going to come and carry my
luggage? That the roses are going to come and carry my luggage? Of course, the Lord helps me."
"I'll show you," he said. "This time I'm going to carry your luggage. I'll show you that it's
not the Lord. It's going to be me. I'll carry your luggage."