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"What do you mean?"
"Go on. Tell me what you were going to tell me when you came in. Tell me what you came
here to say."
"Do you mean you want me to tell you about Jesus? Do you want me to talk to you about the
Lord?"
"Yes, go on, but I want you to know you'll never convert me. Never! You'll never change
my mind, but go on. Get it off your chest."
I talked to him. Thank God that I obeyed the voice of the Holy Spirit. I went back time and
time again. One day the butcher knelt in the sawdust behind his counter, while Rachel was looking
on, and received Jesus Christ as his Messiah. He wept as he got up from his knees. A few days
later he took the Old Testament to the chief of orthodox rabbis and showed it to him. He pointed
out Isaiah 53.
"Rabbi," he said, "if this doesn't mean the Messiah, who does it mean? It does mean
Messiah Jesus, Rabbi."
"All right," the rabbi retorted, "go ahead and believe it means Jesus and be a goy [a
Gentile], but I refuse to believe it means Jesus and I'll remain a good Jew."
However, this did not hinder Sam. He continued with the Lord. His wife divorced him, his
children buried him for dead. They renounced him. Sam has since gone on to be with the Lord
Jesus; but what a price he paid to follow Him, the Man of Nazareth, the Galilean-born a virgin,
crucified, risen, ascended and soon to return as King!
I experienced another butcher shop incident in a different place. One afternoon I went into
this little store to buy my groceries. Clara, whom the Lord had recently helped me to win to Him,
was in there. I was witnessing about the Lord to the young man who was waiting on me. We were
talking casually, not arguing, just discussing the Lord Jesus.
The butcher's mother had recently come from Europe. She was sitting in the store, leaning
on a cane. As I talked to the young man, the only word she understood was the word "Jesus," for
she did not know English at all. But when I said that word, I felt a sharp sting across the base of
my spine. I twirled around, and there was the little old woman looking at me. She had brought her
cane across my back. The pain was intense. In fact, as I found out later, she had ruptured two discs
and broken a vertebra. I've had two surgeries on my spine since.
Clara saw it all. She dropped her bag of groceries, rolled up her sleeve, doubled up her
fist, and started after the little Jewish lady.
her."
I jumped between Clara and the little woman and said, "O no, Clara, you mustn't touch