It was a quiet Sunday afternoon at our apartment in Zhitomir, Ukraine, when the phone rang. My mother answered, “Hello.”
“Can I speak to Lena,” asked my childhood best friend, Sveta.
“Sure. Here she is,” said mama handing me the phone.
“Hello,” I answered happily that someone called.
“Hey. How are you?” Sveta asked. “I was wondering if you were busy this afternoon.”
“Busy? Girl, I have nooothing to do.”
“Good. Because I wanted to invite you to a meeting.”
“Yeah. My church is having a meeting this afternoon. It starts at 3. Remember that cute boy I told you I liked. He is going to be there. I wanted you to check him out.”
“Sure. I have nothing to do. Let me get ready. Anything special I need to wear?”
“Not really. Hurry. We only have 20 minutes.”
“OK. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
I quickly dressed.
“Where are you going?” Asked mama.
“Sveta just invited me to her church meeting.”
“Yes, mama, please. Let me go. I won’t be long. Promise!”
“All right. Just don’t stay late.”
I rushed downstairs not knowing that I am rushing to the most important meeting of my life.
The meeting was a Sunday church service as I found out. Sveta punched me on the side, “There he is.”
“That one, really? He is not that cute.”
I did not like the boy, but I loved the service. The music was so contemporary. I was happy to clap along. Then pastor preached. I don’t remember the exact message, but I know that it touched me. At the end of the service, pastor asked people to pray the salvation prayer. I raised my hand and invited the most important person to come into my heart… That night I met Jesus.