Evangelism Blog

I didn't get to go out with the Team on Friday, because I was trying to minister to my neighbor Dave, who wanted to go to the Most Excellent Way that night. I was struggling with how to tell him that this was the last one, and that he would either have to get saved right away or there would be absolutely nothing that I could do with him at church on a Friday night.

But the Lord took care of that.

Dave wasn't interested in changing his heart, so he walked out right in the middle of the praise and worship, to go to the bathroom, he said; but when he hadn't returned after ten minutes, I went after him so as not to have him wandering the halls while these teenagers were graduating. I walked him home, and he was shocked that I knew he was drunk. I told him that drunk people don't fool anyone, it is really obvious when you have "a couple" beers (the lie of every drunk I know).

Then he wanted to go to Citgo. I asked him why. "So I can make it through the night!"

"You don't need a beer to make it through the night, you need Jesus!"

"But I've got to have it!"

"No, you don't 'got to'!"

"You're right, I want to!"

"Well, at least you know you are deliberately choosing beer over Jesus." And I shook the dust off my feet: "I'm going home."

Please pray for Dave that he comes to his senses.

I see so many cold, hard people that it is easy to act the same way. But my recent prayers have been for compassion, to see people through God’s eyes, to empathize with people I witness to.

Last week while ministering at an abortion mill I tried to talk to a girl & her boyfriend. They said she was sick. I offered to pray for her, but they expressed in a very vulgar manner they wanted nothing to do with me. I told them I was there for them and just wanted to help if I could. Later the guy came back to apologize to me. He expected me to be different. He let his guard down when he saw I truly cared about them. The Lord even opened up the opportunity for me to share the gospel with him.

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. If I hand out a thousand tracts, and tell all my friends the Good News of Jesus, but do not treat them in love, I have won no one to the Lord.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. 1 Corinthians 13:1-8
Love is work, but it is the only thing that will produce fruit for God’s kingdom.

PS. Love doesn’t mean watering down the gospel. I shared about the wages of sin as well as the hope there is in Christ if he would trust Jesus and turn from killing his baby.

"We're all kids who grew up a little bit and we're trying to play the adult game. That happens to old people when they go senile, they just quit trying to play the game. ... The eyes of the Lord are in all places watching the good and evil. God ain't blind! ... It says, 'When we fall, we have an advocate.' An advocate is not a blind man." [continue reading]