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There is water that one can drink, which will become in that person a well of water, springing up into everlasting life.I was on the tube traveling east across London. A woman got on at Earls Court Rd and sat next to me, and the car soon filled up as only the London tube can. There was nothing remarkable about the young woman except her face shone with a glow that christians will recognise as the joy of The Lord, the fact that she was carrying campaign literature of a ministry that I knew clinched it. "Been somewhere good?...you look very happy" I said. Now as soon as she opened her mouth I decided to play a little trick for she had an amazing Irish accent, it was that sharp, flat, penetrating accent that denoted she was from Belfast. My trick was to play the part of a humble enquirer, there were two people sitting opposite, another four on he other side and six standing in the aisle, hanging on for dear life to the leather straps. This was a captive audience and I was going to exploit it to the full. I expressed surprise that anybody could look so pleased after attending a religious meeting "ah...she said...if you knew Jesus, you would know that He,s a Person not a religion." The atmosphere in the train turned electric as that sharp, flat, though not unsisterly voice penetrated every corner, but there was no escape. I said I had heard of such things, could she explain what it means to be saved? could she ever? "Jesus hung on the cross for three hours bearing the sins of the world, if we only come to Him we can find forgiveness and peace." I asked if that was what meant by being born again. I thought I would have to hold her down to stop her from going up in a rapture. She explained that when we ask Jesus to come into our hearts we are filled with The Holy Spirit. By this time I perished the thought of letting on that I was saved, she was just so happy to be witnessing for her Lord, she was oblivious to the fact that at least twelve other people were listening in on all this. We reached Westminster which was her station, for she was on her way to the cathedral. "Catholic?" I was genuinely surprised. "Ah...she said...that,s not important what,s important is that we come to Jesus and recieve Him." I thanked her and promised to think and pray very carefully about all she had said. Her eyes sparkled as she got up to go, and everybody made way respectfully for her as she got off the train. I turned to wave as the train pulled away, her face was radiant with joy at having had someone to share the good news about Jesus with, little did she realise she had shared it with more people than she thought.