The setting sun painted the sky in hues of amber and violet, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalk. Tiffany trudged along, her legs heavy after another fruitless job interview. Six months in the city, and her big dreams seemed further away than ever.

She fumbled in her bag for her phone, wincing at the notification of an overdue rent reminder. The weight of mounting bills and dwindling hope pressed down on her shoulders, making each step a herculean effort.

Lost in her spiral of worry, Tiffany barely noticed the old man on the park bench until his voice broke through her reverie. "Excuse me, miss? You look like you could use a friendly ear."

Tiffany startled, her mother's warnings about strangers in the city flashing through her mind. But something in the man's weathered face and kind eyes made her pause. "I'm fine, really," she mumbled, not quite meeting his gaze.

The man smiled gently, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Sometimes 'fine' is the heaviest word in the world. Would you like to sit for a moment?"

Against her better judgment, Tiffany found herself sinking onto the worn wooden bench. Its peeling green paint matched the fraying edges of her hope.

"I'm Jack," the old man said, closing the small, worn book in his lap. "What's troubling you, if you don't mind my asking?"

Tiffany hesitated, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve. "It's… everything, I guess. I came here with such big plans, you know? But nothing's working out." The words tumbled out, a dam finally breaking. "I can't find a decent job, I'm behind on rent, and I'm starting to think I made a huge mistake moving here."

Jack nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "Life has a way of testing us, doesn't it? In times like these, I've found comfort in faith. Have you ever considered that there might be a greater plan for you?"

Tiffany's brow furrowed. "You mean, like, God? I don't know… I've never been very religious."

"It's not about religion," Jack said softly. "It's about a relationship with a loving Creator. Someone who knows your struggles and wants to help."

Tiffany gave a bitter laugh. "Well, He hasn't been much help lately. I've applied to thirty-seven jobs – yes, I've counted. Each time I think, 'maybe this is the one,' and each time... nothing."

"Tell me about your dreams," Jack said, shifting slightly to face her. "What brought you to the city in the first place?"

Tiffany's eyes lit up for a moment. "I want to work in publishing. Books... they've always been my escape. When I was little, my mom would find me under the covers with a flashlight at midnight, still reading. I thought... I thought I could make that magic happen for other people too."

Jack smiled warmly. "That's beautiful. You know, sometimes the darkest times come right before breakthrough. I remember when I was about your age..."

"Let me guess – you had it rough but then everything worked out perfectly?" Tiffany interrupted, unable to keep the edge from her voice.

"Actually," Jack chuckled, "I was going to say I nearly gave up too. Spent three months sleeping on my friend's couch, eating nothing but ramen noodles. But looking back now, that struggle shaped me. Taught me about perseverance, humility... and most importantly, taught me to look beyond myself for strength."

Tiffany was quiet for a moment, absorbing his words. "How... how did you keep going?"

"One day at a time," Jack replied. "And I learned to be grateful for small mercies. Like right now – this bench might be old, but it's sturdy. The sunset is beautiful. And sometimes, a stranger's willing to listen."

Tiffany felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "I just feel so... lost. Like I'm drowning and can't find the surface."

"You don't have to find it alone," Jack said gently. "Sometimes we need to let go of trying to control everything and trust that there's something – Someone – bigger than us who cares."

As they continued to talk, Tiffany felt a small spark of hope rekindling in her heart. It wasn't a dramatic transformation, but a quiet opening to new possibilities. Seeing this change in her demeanor, Jack leaned forward, his eyes shining with a gentle intensity.

"Tiffany," he said, his voice warm and inviting, "has anyone ever told you that God loves you and that He has a wonderful plan for your life?"

The question hung in the air like suspended starlight. Tiffany's fingers traced the worn edge of the bench, her mind drifting to the dozens of rejection emails in her inbox. "No," she admitted, her voice catching. "Lately it's felt more like the universe is playing some cosmic joke."

Jack's weathered hand patted the book in his lap – she could now see it was a well-loved Bible, its pages dog-eared and marked with colorful tabs. "You know, that's exactly how I felt before my own turning point. Would you believe I was actually on my way to quit my job when I met someone on a bench just like this?"

Tiffany's eyes widened slightly. "Really?"

"God has a funny way of working," Jack smiled, the last rays of sunlight catching the silver in his hair. "Which brings me to something I feel compelled to ask you. If today were your last day on earth, do you know for sure; beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you would go to Heaven?"

The question hit Tiffany like a gust of winter wind. She wrapped her arms around herself, though the evening was warm. "I… I'm not sure," she stammered. "I mean, I try to be a good person, but…" Her voice trailed off as her memories began flooding in, trying to derail her.

"That's okay," Jack said, his voice as gentle as a father comforting a child. "Many people aren't sure. Let me share something with you from this book that changed my life." He opened his Bible, the pages whispering like autumn leaves. "It says, 'For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God,' and 'The wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is an everlasting divine life through Jesus Christ our Lord.'"

A police siren wailed in the distance, and Tiffany jumped slightly. Jack waited for the sound to fade before continuing, "The Bible also says, 'For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.' And you're a 'whosoever,' right?"

Tiffany found herself smiling despite her tears. "I guess I am. Though I feel more like a 'whatever' most days."

Jack's laugh was warm and genuine. "Oh, He takes those too. Actually, He specializes in them." His expression grew more serious. "Would you mind if I said a prayer for you?"

Tiffany hesitated, glancing at her phone. 7:42 PM. Her empty apartment waited, with its stack of unpaid bills and deafening silence. "I… okay," she whispered.

Jack's prayer was unlike any Tiffany had heard in the handful of times she'd attended church with her grandmother. It wasn't formal or filled with thee's and thou's. Instead, his words flowed like a conversation with an old friend.

"Lord," he began, his voice soft but clear in the gathering dusk, "bless Tiffany and her family with long and healthy lives. Jesus, make Yourself real to her. She's been carrying so much on her shoulders – the weight of expectations, the burden of uncertainty. Show her that she doesn't have to carry it alone. If Tiffany has not received Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior, I pray she will do so now."

A cool breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the sweet scent of nearby blooming jasmine. Jack looked up, meeting Tiffany's tear-filled eyes. "Tiffany, if you would like to receive the gift that God has for you today, say this after me with your heart and lips out loud."

Her heart pounded against her ribs like a trapped bird. Part of her wanted to run, to retreat to the familiar comfort of her doubts and struggles. But something stronger held her there – perhaps the same inexplicable force that had made her stop at this bench in the first place.

"Dear Lord Jesus," Jack began.

Tiffany took a deep breath, tasting the evening air. "Dear Lord Jesus," she repeated, her voice trembling, yet gaining strength when saying that familiar name.

As they continued, each word seemed to lift a fraction of the weight from Tiffany's shoulders. The city sounds faded into the background – the distant traffic, the calling birds, the chatter of passing pedestrians – until all she could hear was their voices joined in prayer.

"I'm saved; I'm born again, I'm forgiven, because of Your love for me! I'm so grateful that You laid down your perfect life for me, so that I can live anew with You! I'm on my way to Heaven!" She finished, tears of joy flowing freely now.

Jack smiled at her with fatherly pride. "As a minister of the gospel of Jesus Christ, I tell you today that all of your sins are forgiven. Always remember to run to God and not from God because He loves you and has a great plan for your life."

It had only been minutes, but the bench no longer felt hard beneath her. The peeling paint didn't seem so sad. Even the darkening sky held a different quality – like a velvet blanket being drawn over the city with infinite care.

"I don't know what to say," Tiffany managed finally, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"You don't have to say anything," Jack replied, reaching into his worn leather messenger bag. "But I'd love for you to have these." He pulled out a small New Testament and a business card with his church's address. "The book is yours to keep – I always carry a few extra. And the card… well, if you're interested, we have a young professionals group that meets on Wednesday nights. Several of them work in publishing, actually."

Tiffany's breath caught. "Really?"

Jack's eyes twinkled. "God works in mysterious ways, doesn't He? The group coordinator used to work at Harper Collins. She might have some advice for you."

As Tiffany walked home through the now-dark streets, her steps felt lighter, almost buoyant. The city hadn't changed – the same cracked sidewalks, the same blaring horns, the same overwhelming vastness – but something within her had shifted. The New Testament rested in her bag like a small ember of hope, and the business card was clutched in her hand, its edges already softening from her grip.

Her phone buzzed – another bill reminder. But this time, instead of despair, she felt something different. Peace, perhaps? Or maybe it was the first glimpse of dawn after a long night. She found herself smiling as she turned the corner toward her apartment building, wondering if the publishing contact at Jack's church might be her next open door.

Whatever came next, Tiffany knew this chance encounter had set her on a new path. And for the first time since moving to the city, she felt truly, inexplicably alive.

It's your turn now

You can reconnect with God wherever you are, at any moment. Today could be the beginning of a wonderful and wildly unexpected relationship with your Creator. If you’re ready to receive the free gift God has for you, say this prayer out loud, from your heart:

Dear Lord Jesus,

Come into my heart. Forgive me of my sin.
Wash me and cleanse me.
Set me free of the prison I've been living in.
Jesus, thank You so much that You died for me, and rose from the grave with the keys to set me free! I believe You’re coming back to get me, and all my loved ones.

Fill me with Your Holy Spirit. Give me a passion for the lost, a hunger for the things of God and a holy boldness to spread Your good news.

In faith I declare, "I’m saved; I’m born again, I’m forgiven!
And I’m on my way to Heaven!
Because I know that I have Jesus in my heart."

John 3:16

Welcome to God’s family, my friend!

I pray God's richest blessings on you today, and all the days of your life!

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