What do Heinz ketchup and steak sauce have to do with sharing Christ? What most people do not know is that Mr. Heinz was wonderful at sharing his faithr. One day a visiting preacher cornered him in church. “You are a Christian, but with all your energy, why aren’t you up and at it for the Lord?”

Mr. Heinz went home angry. The preacher’s question had made him mad. But that night, Mr. Heinz could not sleep. Finally, at four o’clock in the morning, he asked God to make him a faithful and zealous soul winner. Later, at a meeting of bank presidents, Mr. Heinz turned to the man next to him – one who had been his friend for years – and told him about Jesus. His friend looked at him in amazement and said, “I wondered many times why you never spoke to me about this if you really believed in Christ.”

That man became the first of 267 people that Mr. Heinz led into a personal relationship with Christ. He became a faithful and zealous witness, personally sharing the Gospel with people from all walks of life. All because he took the challenge and the opportunity to share his faith.

I saw Jesus last week.
He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt.
He was up at the church building;
He was alone and working hard.
For just a minute he looked a little like one of our members.
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by his smile.

I saw Jesus last Sunday.
He was teaching a Bible class.
He didn’t talk real loud or use long words,
But you could tell he believed what he said.
For just a minute, he looked like my Bible teacher.
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by his loving voice.

I saw Jesus yesterday.
He was at the hospital visiting a friend who was sick.
They prayed together quietly.
For just a minute he looked like Brother Jones.
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by the tears in his eyes.

I saw Jesus this morning.
He was in my kitchen making my breakfast
and fixing me a special lunch.
For just a minute he looked like my mom.
But it was Jesus,
I could feel the love from his heart.

I see Jesus everywhere,
Taking food to the sick,
Welcoming others to his home,
Being friendly to a newcomer and for just a minute
I think he’s someone I know.
But it’s always Jesus,
I can tell by the way he serves.

May someone see Jesus in you today.

At the very heart of the Christian gospel is a cross — the symbol of suffering and sacrifice, of hurt and pain and humiliation and rejection. I want no part of the Christian message which does not call me to involvement, requires of me no sacrifice, takes from me no comfort, requires of me less than the best I have to give. The duty of a Christian is to be faithful, not popular or
successful.

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Donald Wildmon in NFD Journal. CT, Vol. 31, no. 10