Saturday, June 11, 2011not too stellar...
I was called a Nazi tonight. Not sure how that works, but that's what was said. Some ungodly man saw me walking by with my John 3:36 Bible sign and called me a Nazi. Kind of funny when one considers the fact that I worship a Jew.
Just a few moments later, I was called a "coward" by these two. I have no idea why. I didn't ask because I knew the answer would be less than stellar. They stuck around for a few minutes (felt like hours), mocking me, ripping up a Bible tract and paradoxically, calling me "hateful". People began to take notice of them (and me) when the woman started... well... to keep this post "PG-13"... she began to act lewdly. I averted my eyes, prayed and they both got bored persecuting someone who just wouldn't revile back. When they left, a couple of Muslim men came by and asked me if the wicked couple were giving me a hard time...
"Yes, they were," I answered.
"Why would they do that?" one of them inquired.
"Because they hate God," I replied.
Both men were incensed. They couldn't believe anyone could be so rude and mean-spirited. They both said they appreciated me "being a bigger man". One of them asked a few questions about the John 3:16 sign I was holding a the time. Being Muslims, they wouldn't go much further than "Jesus, the good prophet", and they eventually left... after shaking my hand.
The rest of the night went much smoother. Had a few short conversations and I handed out a number of Bible tracts. One fellow came by and asked me how many souls I had converted (no doubt attempting to point out that my evangelistic method was somehow lacking)...
"Not a one!" I replied. "God does the converting, I just hope to be used as the messenger."
"Okay," he said, "how many souls did God save through your preaching?"
"I honestly don't know," I replied. "And perhaps it's best for it to remain that way. No risk of pride if God never reveals to me, this side of glory, the results of my preaching."
"Well said," the man replied, taking with him the Bible tract that was in my hand.
Soon after that conversation a family walked toward me from across the street. The woman was nodding approvingly as her two little boys came up to me. One of the little ones asked if he could have one of my tracts, and I most certainly didn't turn him down! The woman, obviously, was a sister-in-the-Lord. We had a short conversation in which she had many kind words for our ministry. The Lord bless her and her home abundantly.
Such a crazy mix of experiences tonight. Good highs, terrible lows. All and all however, spiritually, things are pretty desperate in my corner of the world. Like I said to a man tonight: "The Lord can't come back soon enough!"
Remember me in your prayers, dear saints.
Ps: Sister Christina, I heard the bad news. My sincerest condolences. God bless and help you and yours.
Pss: Sister Nancy & Brother John, you are both in our prayers.
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