I was in Singapore, with an hour to kill before catching a bus to the airport. Around the corner, sitting on the pavement, was a young Westerner who looked quite distressed.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked.

"Yes," came the reply. "You can listen to me. My mind is going crazy! I don't know how to find peace!"

So I sat there and listened. He was an American and had come from Indonesia, where he had met a girl, he explained. Now he was afraid he had gotten AIDS from her. He didn't know where to go next--back to the States, or on to Thailand to try to find a place to meditate.

When he was all talked out, I told him what had happened to me--how I had also been desperately looking for peace, love, truth, and happiness, and how I had found everything I needed in Jesus. He prayed with me to receive Jesus, and then we prayed together for his complete healing of body and mind.

Was I ever glad I hadn't wasted that hour that the Lord wanted me to use to reach this young man with His love!