Since moving to this new area, I’ve gotten used to seeing a certain man every morning standing right in the middle of the street. At first, I wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. One day, curiosity got the best of me, and I stopped to ask.
Turns out, he was selling cakes.
I laughed and teased, “Now, you know you’re trying to make me fat!”
He chuckled but said something that stopped me in my tracks:
“I’m just trying to teach my son about entrepreneurship.”
I looked over and saw a young boy watching quietly nearby. My heart melted. That moment stuck with me — not because of the cakes, but because of the purpose behind what he was doing.
Fast forward a few days later, I passed by again. This time, he was selling newspapers. I smiled and asked playfully, “Is this free?”
He said, “For a donation — anything, even ten cents.” Then he pointed again and said, “There’s my son.”
Sure enough, his son crossed the street, learning, watching, helping. I was so moved, I donated without hesitation. That’s when he looked at me and said,
“Jesus saves, but He uses people.”
That one line hit me like a sermon in the middle of the sidewalk.
He never got an attitude. He never begged. He never tried to prove his worth. His peace and purpose spoke for him. And without realizing it, he turned a skeptic into a supporter. He increased his value just by being — calm, confident, and led by something higher.
And that phrase — Jesus saves, but He uses people — has been echoing in my mind ever since.
Because he’s right. Sometimes, as believers, we forget that part. We’re waiting for God to come down and fix it all.
He used David, a shepherd boy, to defeat Goliath.
Each one of them did extraordinary things because of their obedience to God.
That man in the street reminded me of something so simple yet so profound: sometimes the “help” you’re praying for is standing right in front of you, wrapped in flesh.
And maybe, just maybe, you’re the vessel God wants to use next.
Because Jesus saves… but He uses people.