So Philip ran to him and heard him reading Isaiah the prophet and asked, “Do you understand what you are reading?” 31 And he said, “How can I, unless someone guides me?” And he invited Philip to come up and sit with him. 32 Now the passage of the Scripture that he was reading was this:
“Like a sheep he was led to the slaughter
and like a lamb before its shearer is silent,
so he opens not his mouth.
33 In his humiliation justice was denied him.
Who can describe his generation?
For his life is taken away from the earth.”
34 And the eunuch said to Philip, “About whom, I ask you, does the prophet say this, about himself or about someone else?” 35 Then Philip opened his mouth, and beginning with this Scripture he told him the good news about Jesus. – Acts 8:30-35
I visited Russia shortly after the Berlin Wall fell, and the Soviet Union dissolved. It was a remarkable experience on almost every level. The people were wonderful. The food was very interesting. The hospitals, prisons, schools, and other things we experienced were life-changing. When you see a 20-year-old Russian man who was our interpreter, stand on the desk in the front of a Russian classroom and preach an evangelistic sermon to school children…wow! I still shake my head all these years later.
When we visited one hospital the group split up. One group stayed behind with the doctors and nurses in the lounge area while we (whom I considered more important!) went on a tour of the hospital. We saw interesting medical equipment, patients, and evidence of treatments of various kinds – none of which were impressive to us.
Meanwhile those who were not deemed important enough (I say that with a shake of my head – how arrogant, and how wrong!) had an interesting opportunity. We had taken giant suitcases filled with all kinds of medical supplies to be given to the people there. When they opened the suitcases they asked our group, “Why are you doing this?”
“We want to share the love of Jesus with you,” our unimportant mission parters replied. “Tell us about this Jesus,” asked the nurses and doctors. “Who is he? Why is he so important?” That led ultimately to a conversation and a real lesson for us who returned from our tour shortly after they had finished sharing the good news of Jesus. Nurses and doctors were coming out of the room wiping their eyes, tears of joy flowing down their cheeks. It was an amazing moment. One doctor followed us out of the hospital and, waving at us in joy, stood in the snow-covered parking lot as our bus drove away.
I’m not sure the Ethiopian eunuch was crying when Philip left him, but I am certain Philip rejoiced to have been invited so directly to share the good news of Jesus. No doubt the apostles and others were doing important things back in Jerusalem.
Nothing is more important than being able to tell someone that their sins have been forgiven, that they have an destiny of eternal joy and delight because of Jesus’ death and resurrection. The Good News of Jesus is a joy to share and a joy to hear. What would you say if someone asked you, “Tell me about this Jesus. Why is he so important to you?”