Fay was brought to our coffee house the first time by Bob, a friend of mine who was not even a believer. He had known her some years before and then lost track of her when she went travelling. Now they happened to meet in downtown Jerusalem. Sitting in the park she told him she had been in Afghanistan and had spent a lot of time on drugs. She had recently returned to the land, but she felt lost, and she hinted that she was considering putting an end to her life.
Bob knew about the coffee house and had even visited there once with me. He was cynical about our faith, but he did not hesitate to suggest that Fay come with him to meet us. The coffee house was frequented by some rather unconventional believers, and the first person Fay met was Bart, whose hair was even longer than hers.
Fay continued to come back every day, waiting at the door at opening time. She wore hippy-type granny dresses and had a diamond pin in her nose. She was lovingly accepted by the young believers, and after about two weeks she prayed to ask Jesus to be her Lord. We prayed with her and helped her learn the basic truths of her new faith.
About two weeks later Fay walked in one evening, and right away we noticed that she no longer had the diamond in her nose. When someone asked her about it, she said, "I have been coming here for a month, and not once did anyone say anything about my diamond. If they had, I probably would not have come back. But last night I felt that my Lord wanted me to take it out."
By God's grace everyone had accepted Fay as she was, without judging her for her external appearance. God did the rest.