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)

Friday Night Notes

Saturday, October 27, 2012
fairly quiet...

It was a pretty depressing day at work, so I was thankful tonight's evangelistic effort was, for the most part, quiet.  My workplace was hit with a second round of lay-offs, and a number of my colleagues were affected.  A real bummer.

As you can see by the attached picture, while our night of evangelism was quieter than past weeks, I still had to pick up our Bible signs off the ground a number of times.  Tolerance for God's Word has never been so low.  Another bummer.

Pastor Tim was particularly blessed with one-on-one conversations tonight.  He dealt with a couple of young men who recently emigrated from South Sudan, and had a long conversation with three young ladies of Middle-Eastern descent.  None of them were Muslim, and were quite pleased with Pastor Tim's answers to their questions.  One of them, named "Sandy", took Pastor Tim phone number and said she would like to have more questions answered concerning the Gospel.  I hope and pray she does call on us!

The only significant conversation I had tonight was with a student that worked in my lab over the summer, and we didn't talk about the Gospel, we talked "shop".  It was clear the young man was uncomfortable being seen with me and my big Bible sign, so I didn't keep him too long.  It's quite disappointing, really.  I mean, I like the lad, I really do, but he lacks a great deal of character.  Last summer, he told me that his parents were Christians, and that while living in Saudi Arabia, they lived in constant fear of persecution.  He told me a friend of the family was tortured terribly for being a Christian.  All those experiences, seeing active faith in the people around him, and on Friday night, he's with the downtown party-goers, knowingly ignoring the good Way, in favour of the broad road.

On my way back home after our night of evangelism, I met up with Brother Layton and his crew (the Open-Air Campaigners), who were also calling it a night.  Layton seemed beat up some, but was soldiering on.  I don't have much time for Brother Layton's doctrinal stand, but that man's my hero nonetheless.  He is suffering from a rare and difficult illness... his wife is also quite ill... and yet he labours on, striving to bring back to the Lord double talents.  The Lord bless him abundantly.

I have a conference to attend tomorrow, so I better call it a night and head for bed now.  It's been quite a week, and I'm pretty glad it's over.  The Lord's Day will be a sweet day.

God bless you, dear readers.