Hold fast the form of sound words, which thou hast heard of me, in faith and love which is in Christ Jesus (2 Timothy 1:13)

Monday Afternoon Notes

Monday, December 22, 2008
don't argue with the pastor...

So I got done early from work today and I decided to start my Christmas vacation on the right foot: I went out street preaching in the marketplace.

Just before leaving work, I called pastor Tim up and asked him if he wanted to join me. His answer surprised me:

"No," he said.

"What do you mean 'no'?" I inquired.

"It's too cold and miserable out there," he said. "The weather is suppose to be better tomorrow, I'll go then."

"It's not that cold," I replied. "The Weather Network website says it's just -16 C (3 Fahrenheit)" (if you find this statement ludicrous, it's because you're not Canadian)

"Yeah, but you're not factoring the wind, Rand," my pastor added.

At this point, I stopped arguing with pastor Tim and told him that I was going to go preaching with or without him. I ended up going without him. Now it is here that I would like to make a note to myself, for future reference:

Never... EVER... argue with the veteran street preacher!

I can't even begin to describe to you how cold I was out there. Officially, it went down to -18 C (0 Fahrenheit) while I was out street preaching; but in the wind, it felt like -27 C (-17 Fahrenheit)! When I was walking down Byward street, I had the wind right in my face and I couldn't even keep my eyes open. At this point, I really felt stupid that I hadn't listened to the voice of Elder Tim.

Still though, by the grace of God, I managed to keep myself warm enough to put in nearly three hours of evangelism. I had to take a few breaks to warm myself up (you guessed it... I was back in the parking garage, running up and down those disgusting stairs). I couldn't stand in one place too long 'cause my fingers and toes began to freeze (literally), so my preaching stints were only 20 minutes long, as was my tract distribution.

The marketplace was still pretty busy despite the unfriendly weather, but as you can well imagine, not many were in the mood to talk with a street preacher in this bitter cold. However, I did give out a good number of Bible tracts and I did have one conversation with a Pentecostal fellow who was really pleased to see me doing the work of the Gospel. His name was Joshua and he said he would like to join pastor Tim and I on our next evangelistic endeavour. I told him to give pastor Tim to arrange a meeting with him and he said he would. Neither pastor Tim nor I have much time for Pentecostalism, but if we can help this young man doctrinally, or even just getting serious about evangelism, I believe the Lord would be glorified.

I also spoke to a woman who had parked her car in a "no-stop" zone. At first, I just warned her that she was at risk of getting a very hefty ticket. She said that she needed to pick something up from one of the nearby shops and that it couldn't be helped. When she came back she asked me if the "parking-nazis" had ticketed her, and I said that she had dodged a bullet. She took one of my Bible tracts and said: "God really is good!" We both laughed. The Lord be merciful to her.

I had a few souls mock me, a few others cursed at me, but all and all, not much nonsense. I guess it was just too cold to give the preacher a hard time. Heh heh.

And that's the notes dear readers. Probably won't be any notes until next week, we will be visiting family all over the place in the next few days.

Dear friends, have a safe, blessed Christmas.


"And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins." (Matthew 1:21)


No Notes

Friday, December 19, 2008
lots of running around...

Dear readers,

There will be no Friday Night Notes for the next two weeks due to various Christmas activities. Tonight, my wife and I will be going out to see Handel's Messiah at the National Arts Center, and next week, we will be out of town visiting family.

If I can, I might try to slip in some evangelism next week... maybe Monday or Tuesday... try to get some of the Holiday shopping crowd.

Have a blessed and safe Christmas everyone!


Friday Night Notes

Friday, December 12, 2008
a cold, evil night...

When the temperature drops down to -15C (3 degrees Fahrenheit), -25C (-17 Fahrenheit) with the windchill, street preaching requires a much higher level of determination and resolve. Praise be to God who gave us the ability and will to labour in the cold for the Truth's sake tonight, and that for over 3 hours.

It was another evil old night out in the marketplace again; complete with blasphemy, drunkenness, immorality, wrath and other forms of ungodliness. Pastor Tim and I, with our Bible signs, didn't go unnoticed by the devil's people. We were despised and mocked by the overwhelming majority... only a small handful accepted some Bible literature, and fewer still listened to our preaching. It was and is somewhat disheartening, but our souls look to our God, for our hope is from and in him.

The bitter cold wind kept me from distributing Gospel tracts near the shopping mall, so I walked around downtown with my Bible sign in an effort to keep warm while presenting God's Word to sinners. I got only one vocal response:

"Are you in a cult or something?" a woman asked.

"I'm a Christian," I replied.

"Well, I don't believe in 'sin'," the woman said pointing to my Bible sign.

"You will," I replied. "When God judges you, you'll believe in the concept, and when God condemns you for your sin, you'll understand the gravity of your error."

"Whatever happened to God being love," the woman replied with a few curses afterwards.

"He is love," I said, "and He is holy, true and just."

The woman, at this point, was beside herself and just yelled obscenities at me. I shrugged and moved along. The Lord be merciful to her.

Another woman walked up to me as I was quoting John 3:16-18 in my preaching, and said:

"Instead of just preaching Scripture, why don't you just help people?"

"I am helping people, miss." I replied. "I'm helping them by preaching the one thing that can give them spiritual life."

"But I don't even listen to you, I care nothing for your words," the woman said.

"That's because you're dead, miss, spiritually dead in sin," I replied.

"Hey!" she snapped, "I have Roman Catholic ancestry!"

"I couldn't care less about that, miss," I said.

I tried to explain to her that the two sons of the prophet Samuel had "godly ancestry" (not saying there is anything godly about Romanism), but they were still wretches before both man and God. I say "I tried" because the woman would hear nothing of it. She left with her bottle of wine under her arm, satisfied with her opinions and self-justifications. How sad.

Shortly after this, two sodomites decided to smoke marijuana right behind our street preaching spot in an attempt to aggravate us. We continued with our preaching, all the while being watchful against any other mischief from these wicked souls. They eventually left us, without making much of a fuss. Thank you, Lord.

It was right after the homosexuals left that I noticed four young ladies standing around our 1 Corinthians 6:9-10 Bible sign: three of them were pointing out specific sins in the list, laughing over the fact that they were guilty of these, while the fourth Jezebel took a picture of her friends and the sign. I just had to shake my head. It did remind me of how Romans 1 ends:

"Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them." (Romans 1:32)

As our night of preaching drew to a close, a young woman came out of one of the pubs and asked pastor Tim and I if we had seen any suspicious persons or activities on the strip of road where we were preaching. She explained that she and another young lady had had their purses stolen and was hoping that we had seen something that could help her recover her lost belongings; sadly, neither pastor Tim or I had seen anything. This whole incident made my sad night of preaching even sadder. Think about it: two weeks before Christmas, this young lady probably lost a fair amount of money, her credit cards, her health card, driver's license and probably a few more important documents/objects, and the person who stole these from her is probably laughing right now, being quite pleased with his/her score.

What an evil world.

"And we know that we are of God, and the whole world lieth in wickedness." (1 John 5:19)

With that, I close the notes, dear readers. It's been a pretty sad night of preaching... the experience somewhat wearisome... I think a good night of rest will do me good.

Have a blessed weekend, dear saints of God, and enjoy the Lord's Day.


"Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ." (2 Timothy 2:3)


Friday Night Notes

Saturday, December 06, 2008
no rest for Rand...

There was about 30 minutes left to my workday... I was getting "psyched up" for the Friday night of evangelism... that's when I noticed that there was something terribly wrong with one of the mass spectrometers in the lab I work in. I won't bother explaining what a mass spectrometer is for those of you who have no idea; all I'll say is that this piece of lab instrumentation has a $650,000 price tag. So when this machine gets sick, my boss counts on me to stick around to figure the problem, and if possible, fix the issue. It took me an hour to realize that the problem was with one of the turbo molecular pumps, and with my boss' help, it took another hour and a half to remove the defective pump and install a new one. It was near 8pm when I finally got out the door of my workplace, and after a quick stop at pastor Tim's house to put on some serious winter gear, I made my way to the market where the good pastor was already preaching the Good News.

"The Bible says that there is no rest for the wicked," I said to pastor Tim when I first arrived. "I guess I must be a really wicked person!"

And without missing a beat, with a big grin on his face, pastor Tim replied:

"Yeah, you sure are!"

I really have to stop making it so easy for him...

Anyway, I took over the preaching duty and decided to go with the same Scripture to begin my night of evangelism:

"The Bible says that there is no peace, no rest for the wicked (Isaiah 57:20-21), but that they who walk in the way of the Lord, those who follow the Lord Jesus Christ will find rest for their souls (Jeremiah 6:16; Matthew 11:28). Why should you walk in paths that cannot satisfy, in ways that are hard (Proverbs 13:15), when the Lord gives peace and rest?"

Sadly, there were no takers for the message of salvation tonight. Pastor Tim had a couple of one-on-one conversations (as you can see from the above picture), but I had none until we started making our way back home at 10pm. All I got as a clear response to my evangelism tonight came from a group of men who walked by me as I walking to our preaching spot with a Bible sign:

"We should grab his sign and beat that %$#@ with it!" one of the men said.

I would be pretty depressed at the results of our night of evangelism had it not be for a couple of conversations pastor Tim and I had with sinners as we left the market and headed back to pastor Tim's house. The first man we met was a young man who wanted to know how a man who is completely sinful could possibly get right with God. Pastor Tim asked the young man if he had ever heard of being "born-again", and he replied that he was completely ignorant of spiritual matters. Pastor Tim explained what it meant to be born-again and how God saves sinners by transforming them from the inside. The young man accepted a Bible tract and thanked us for our time. The Lord be merciful to this lost soul.

The second man we dealt with was a drunken mess. I would have had nothing to do with him, but pastor Tim was very longsuffering toward him, trying hard to reason with this most unreasonable man. Now pastor Tim didn't get anywhere with the drunk, the drunkard's two friends who were with him, well there, there was profit.

"I don't believe in God," the drunk said, "but I know that God wouldn't condemn people to Hell because of their sin..."

"You are so contradicting yourself, dude!" one of his friends replied. "You're not making any sense at all, and these guys, well, are!"

"You guys shouldn't talk to this guy tonight," another of the drunkard's friends said. "He's totally drunk! You guys are good guys and what you are doing is good. Don't listen to this idiot."

I hope that Lord will get all these men thinking about eternity and their earthly conversation after being reminded of the Lord by us street preachers. The Lord use our testimony as He sees fit.

With that, dear readers, I close the notes. It's been a very busy day, and I'm going to get some rest now.

Have a blessed weekend dear readers, and a glorious Lord's Day.


"Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls." (Jeremiah 6:16a)