I Don't Know Her Name....

I don’t know her name. But God does.

A big city in central India. The middle of a Christian festival. Over 400 had come forward for prayer and to commit their lives to Christ.

A feeling there was meant to be one more. A debate with God. ‘Really God, there are 400 here already. What’s one more? And the meeting has moved on. It would be difficult to say something now.’

But, no. I’m sure God is prompting me. There is a girl here, He says to me, a student. She’s been away from faith in Christ for a while. But she’s here tonight. And she should have come forward.

Okay. The announcement is made. The meeting moves on. Many people healed. Amazing times.

Then, as we make our way back to the car at the end: ‘Please sir, please sir. I’m the one! I’m the girl! It’s me.’

I don’t know her name. But I know that on that night, in the middle of a crowd of thousands, God singled her out.

We prayed. I left. We may never meet again. But I know that on a warm night in central India, a young student girl gave her life back to Christ, recommitted herself to God. And I know that at that moment, God gave her a hope and a future. A destiny only she can fulfil.

I don’t know her name. But one day, probably the other side of this life, we will meet again and I will see the wonder of all God did on a warm India night.