HAROLD KELLER / L’Observateur / January 5, 2000

On New Year’s Eve I was in Reserve and felt like eating a doughnut, so I stopped at the Junior Food Mart. My big decision was if I was going toorder one or two doughnuts. I realize that’s not a big decision for mostpeople, but for a junk-food addict like myself, believe me, it’s a mental struggle.

As I approached the counter to place my order I decided on two. (To behonest, I’ve never eaten only one doughnut in my life.) Can you believe thatas I ordered, the clerk said, “You can get three for $1.19.” That was justtoo much temptation to refuse, so I got three.

Upon leaving the store a young lady was about to enter so I held the door open for her and wished her a happy New Year.

“You’re Harold Keller, aren’t you?” she asked. I acknowledged that I was.”I’m Terry’s mother,” she said.

“How is he?” I asked.

“Great!” was her reply. “He finished college and is now a counselor in HotSprings, Ark.”That completely surprised me.

Terry is a young man who called me eight years ago with a serious drug problem. I sent him to Teen Challenge, a Christian rehabilitation center.After completing the 14-month program he returned home and then decided to go to work in Texas.

About eight months later I was awakened at 2 a.m. by someone at my door.It was Terry, and he wanted $20. He told me that he had car trouble. Icould see that he was on drugs again. I later heard he was in Edgard andusing drugs on a regular basis.

Until Friday it had been over five years since I had any news about Terry.

Meeting his mother by accident that morning was a real blessing. Itreinforced what I’ve known for a long time. My only job is to plant a seedin a person’s life, and it’s up to God to give the increase.

No words can express the exciting feeling that I had meeting Terry’s mother and hearing the good report of his changed life. A changed life -the greatest miracle.

As Terry’s mother and I parted, I kissed her and wished her well.

When I got in my car, I couldn’t wait to eat the doughnuts! Would you believe they were stale? I guess the reason for my stop was not to eat doughnuts, but to be encouraged to continue reaching out and leaving the results to God.

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