July 4th was beautiful. The downtown
Washington, NC waterfront held an exceptional charm—Carolina blue skies, boats
careening slowly down the Pamlico River, a warm breeze, and Saturday morning
market! Fruits, vegetables, local honey, cut flowers, fresh baked breads,
cookies, pies, apple chips, mango salsa and more. The smells, aromas, and local
flavor felt welcoming. People chatted. Dogs barked. Soft tones of music
drifting in from anchored boats completed the coastal tone.
As I went up to each vendor’s table, I talked.
Couldn’t help myself! Then I spied a couple sitting at the back, away from
everyone. I walked past them at first, and then walked back, going right up to
their table. On my way, I decided to ask them who to contact about setting up a
table. Someone had put the notion in my head that I should sell my books there
over the summer. I got the information and left.
Dallas, Ms. Lillie (our Boston terrier), and I
continued perusing down the waterfront area. But I kept having this nagging
feeling to go back to see that couple. I wanted to thank them for their warm
smiles and check out what was on their vendor’s table.
On our way back through the market area, I asked
Dallas to wait while I thanked the couple. Their warm smiles greeted me again. After
giving my belated thank you, I asked them to tell me about the flyers on their
table. They were one of the pioneer leaders in getting funding for the
Washington Waterfront Underground Railroad Museum. Naturally I was intrigued.
Our conversation went from Civil War activities to
the civil unrest today. From their dialoguing, I knew we were kindred spirits
in faith. We talked openly and honestly about the persecution and suffering
Christians are facing today in the world. In doing so it brought up the
persecution of African American slaves and how the Underground Railroad system
saved many lives. We talked about the persecution of the Jews during World War
II. I shared with them that I would not be here today had it not been for the
perseverance and faith of my ancestors who were held in concentration camps in
Nova Scotia and later deposited in swamps in uninhabited areas of Louisiana.
Odds of their survival were minimal. But they did, as did all the others.
Verses of scripture wrapped around our heads as we
declared the battle was God’s, but we better armor up for the days ahead. And I
said to them what I said in an earlier post, while we are on earth Christians
must link together as the body of Christ, red and yellow, black and while, and
stand firm and tall. More than ever we need to be disciple makers and go to the
ends of the earth to tell others about Jesus who gave His all so that all who
believe in Him will not perish but have everlasting life.
“Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand
firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the
Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.” 1
Corinthians 15:58
Never pass up a nudging from the Holy Spirit to
talk. You never know who God will place in your path.
God bless you!
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