“A few months ago, I was driving out of town to visit a friend when I stopped for a cup of coffee at 7-Eleven. As I waited in line, the woman in front of me became enraged and started shouting in Spanish at an overwhelmed cashier. The woman searched her purse, then waved her hands and continued screaming.
“Something in my heart told me I should step in, but I hesitated. I didn’t know a lick of Spanish, and the last time I’d involved myself in an argument between strangers, I’d ended up making things much worse.
“I wasn’t sure if this feeling was God’s will, or my own brilliant scheme to meddle in other people’s business, so I took a deep breath and prayed to know what to do. Suddenly, as if not by my own inclination, I placed my hand on the woman’s shoulder.
“She spun around with anger in her eyes, but her eyes locked on the cross necklace I was wearing. Her agitation quieted and the angry orbs of her dark eyes went soft. I looked down at the floor and there, under the counter, was a credit card. I picked it up and saw her immediate relief as she smiled and crossed her chest in a thankful gesture. She turned and said something that sounded like an apology to the cashier and handed him the card. Just then it struck me: Love for God transcends all languages.
“Since that day, whenever I need to discern between my own voice and God’s truth, I open my heart and speak the Lord’s universal language: love.” —Jane Brown, 59, Los Angeles