One day my father visited his old synagogue and bumped into one of my old friends. He was a drug addict, skinny and had lost all his teeth. He told my father, “Moti is the only one from our neighborhood who succeeded!” He went down the list of all my childhood friends: “This one died from an overdose, that one was murdered, another is in prison …" That day, my father, who had always opposed my beliefs, went home and told my mother that he decided not to argue with me anymore about Yeshua.
When the journalist asked to attend our youth conference we knew we had nothing to hide so we told her, "Sure!". She met with a number of the teenagers and talked to them about their faith. She was amazed to see young people so turned on to the God of Israel. After the conference, she called one of the youth team leaders and said, “I have been so moved by what I have seen, that now that I am home, I am afraid to turn on the TV or the radio for fear I will lose this wonderful feeling. The public needs to know about you all,” she enthusiastically exclaimed... Three weeks later an article with a screaming title, "Soul-Hunters", was published...
We don’t always know what part of the life we live before the Lord will have a long term impact on the lives of others. And even when we get to see the fruit, it is mostly encouraging on a personal level.