"But you shall receive power when
the Holy Spirit has come upon you;
and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem,
and all in Judea and Samaria,
and to the end of the earth." - Acts 1:8 NKJV

"Jimmy D. Brown take the witness stand," I heard a voice call out to me.

I arose and headed to the appointed place and took my seat, awaiting the questions that I would be asked.

But, there was just silence.

I shifted nervously and waited longer.  Again, no one asked me anything.  I began to look around, puzzled that I had been called to testify and yet no one was asking me about what I had seen.

You see, I had been a witness to something.  And I had been told that I was going to be called on to share what I had personally seen and heard concerning the event.  Then, I received the notice to appear.  I had even heard a voice call out for me to "take the witness stand."

And so, here I was.  Ready.  Willing.  Informed.  Just waiting to answer any questions that were cast my way...

...but no one said a word.

I began to look at the faces of those in front of me.  Several of them looked like they wanted to ask me something, but they never did.  One guy in particular looked as if he was the one who really wanted to hear my testimony, be he never asked me a question either.

 All the while, I kept hearing a voice inside of me that whispered, "Just tell them what you know." 

"How can I?" I thought to myself.  "No one has asked me for my testimony.  No one has given me a question to answer.  No one has inquired about what I saw.  Not one single request for my eyewitness account."

And still, I kept hearing, "Just tell them what you know."

This was the strangest thing I had ever experienced.  I was called to be a witness.  I was instructed to take the witness stand.  I had a story to tell.  And yet, no one asked to hear it.

"Just tell them what you know."

Finally, the silence was just too much.  I mean, let's be real, how could I keep silent knowing what I know?

And so, without a question ever being asked I began sharing what I had witnessed many years ago when I was 14 years old...

"It happened at summer camp, when 3 buddies of mine invited me to go to a church retreat," I began.

I told them everything.  If anyone was listening, they heard my story.  I told them about how I had met this incredible guy named Jesus.  I told them all about how He had forgiven me of my sins and how my life had changed.  I just told them what I knew personally, what I had seen and heard and experienced.  With the evidence that I presented, there was no way anyone could be unclear about what happened that day.

And then, I stepped down from the witness stand. 

But, I knew I'd be called on again.  I knew that still small voice inside, the voice of the Holy Spirit would ask me often to share my testimony.  I knew that there would be many in front of me who would never ask me about what I heard or saw that day when I was saved...

...and yet I was to share my story with them anyway.

And as I walked away from the witness stand, even this morning, I heard the voice whispering to the next person in line that it was time for them to take the witness stand in front of those they know.

I heard Him whispering YOUR name.  I heard Him saying to you this morning...

..."Just tell them what you know."

Have a "Wonderful DAY in Christ,"
Jimmy D. Brown
\o/ Praise Jesus!