The Battle Of Reading Rock - Part 09 Poem by Royston Nella

I saw him coming from a distance and knew he was heading my way. Watched him swaggering and staggering, negotiating the rubbish and all the abandoned tents. "Who are you? " He asked. "A servant of Jesus, " I replied. We went into the tent and he started to tell me about Jesus, how He had suffered upon the cross. How He had died and bore the penalty for our sins in His body. The man's vocabulary was coarse and vulgar, but his words were graphic and sincere. He had tears in his eyes. Then he got up and left. I didn't even have time to pray. I too was moved to tears as he left me on my own in the tent with Jesus. "I'll be back, " he said and I watched him walk away thinking, "Back where—To me? " Then I realised that he meant "Back to the Jesus—Back to Calvary." So I prayed and committed him into God's hands. "What a battle it's been, Lord, " I said.