tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108903302024-03-08T01:51:06.375-05:00A Form of Sound WordsA blog dedicated to our life experiences and our faith in the Bible, the Word of the Living GodRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.comBlogger828125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-12633264883336066332014-05-31T03:47:00.000-04:002014-05-31T03:47:25.700-04:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">finally back...</span></em><br />
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It had been a while, but I finally back out preaching the Gospel tonight. I missed a few weeks due to house renovations, rain, and vacationing. It's been a wild month... and June promises to be equally hectic. Posts may be sporadic. Sorry.<br />
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The market was real busy tonight. After a long, cold winter, I'm always surprised at how busy, and loud the market gets. The Lord had a people out there tonight, but by my estimation, they were few and far between. I'm not complaining. I'm quite at ease with being used of the Lord for a single soul whenever He wills, but I'd be lying if I didn't point out that watching so many choose death... well... it's pretty depressing.<br />
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I did have wonderful conversations with young believers early in our evangelistic endeavor. I spoke with a young man from Iran, who fled his native country, due to the lack of freedom and the scourge of Islam. He escaped to Turkey where a saint shared the Gospel with him, and the Lord saved him. He's been in Canada for a little more than a year now, and the Lord seems to have blessed him. I invited him to visit our assembly and he seemed favourable to the idea.<br />
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I also spoke with another young man named Nick. He's a new believer, and has been attending a Pentecostal church (<em>a poor one at that...</em>). He realizes that there are depths of knowledge, important doctrines that he isn't seeing or understanding yet, but he claimed he wanted to learn. I suggested some quality time in Bible study, and a few resources that could help him. I gave him one of our tracts and suggested he contact us if he ever needed, or wanted our help.<br />
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I met a few saints tonight who offered me kind words or encouragement. The Lord bless them for their support. Another item of praise: not one of our Bible signs was kicked to the ground tonight. Three hours of street preaching, and no one kicked our signs. That hadn't happened in a long time! Should I be this happy about that?<br />
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Got a lot to do this weekend... I'm signing off. God bless you, dear readers.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-43568192325924173912014-05-10T11:31:00.003-04:002014-05-10T11:31:49.126-04:00No Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">rain and trolls...</span></em><br />
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Rain and work kept me from going out street preaching last night. <br />
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I also got some unwelcome news from Getty Images. Our church website was built from a template which we purchased online. Within this template were a number of images we assumed were part of the cost of the template, but alas, the images were copyrighted by Getty.<br />
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This is obviously a scam, as there was NO WAY we could ascertain the images where copyrighted, and the company from which we bought our template is still using and selling the website templates that contain copyrighted images. Unfortunately for us, this scam works; by law, the end user is ultimately responsible, even if he/she have no way of determining the status of an image.<br />
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We can thank the Lord that the fine isn't terribly high, but I still hate paying it... it's pure extortion. Dear readers, if you have a website that contains images of unknown origins, you might want to audit all of that. I've read horror stories last night: poor souls being fined $1000 for a tiny image owned by Getty.<br />
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The Lord reward Getty Images for its wicked practices.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-1156818524533716332014-05-03T02:57:00.001-04:002014-05-03T02:57:54.758-04:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">just me and the Lord...</span></em><br />
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With Pastor Tim away visiting family tonight, I went out all by my little lonesome to preach the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ in the marketplace of my city. Well, I really wasn't alone... the Lord was with me:<br />
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<em><strong>"... lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world." (Matthew 28:20b)</strong></em><br />
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It was kind of chilly tonight, with the occasional light rain fall. I wondered if the weather was going make this a quiet night of evangelism, but the market was busy enough. I ministered the Gospel to a constant flow of people. I handed out a good number of the Gospel tracts and hundreds, if not thousands of souls read the Bible sign I was carrying around with me <em>(John 3:16 on one side, 1 Timothy 1:15a on the other)</em>.<br />
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I didn't have much by way of one-on-one conversations, just a couple of quick ones with souls who were just curious about my activities. One young woman interrupted my preaching to ask me if I would give her a few Gospel tracts that she could share with her family. I was more than happy to oblige. I remember that conversation well because the young lady called me "sweetie". For the record, I've never heard anyone call Pastor Tim "sweetie"... I'm just sayin'... ;-)<br />
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A few Christian came by to encourage me throughout the night, and I was quite happy to see Brother Layton and the Open-Air Campaigners out preaching the Gospel a few blocks away from where Pastor Tim and I typically evangelize. It's always encouraging to see that the Lord still has a people in my city; a people zealous for good works, and who walk in obedience. I pray that the Lord of the harvest would bless Brother Layton and his crew, and would send forth more labourers!<br />
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There really wasn't much by way of hardship tonight. A little mockery, but that was about it. The one sad thing was that much of the mockery I got tonight didn't come from drunk, foolish, young people, but rather, older folks. Experience should, and typically works wisdom and people. It always makes me sad when I meet or see an older soul who is as foolish as immature and foolish youths. As the old expression goes: "there is no fool, like an old fool."<br />
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The Lord be magnified by my efforts tonight. To Him, and only to Him be all honour and glory.<br />
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Remember me in your prayers, dear saints... Lord-willing I will be ministering the Word on the Lord's Day (both morning and evening).<br />
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God bless you, dear readers.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-58443608835741584472014-04-26T01:42:00.003-04:002014-04-26T01:42:46.246-04:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">some welcome reinforcements...</span></em><br />
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A nice surprise awaited me when I got to Pastor Tim's house tonight: Dale Parkes, an American brother-in-the-Lord who I got to know through this blog years ago, was in town on a work assignment. He wanted to join Pastor Tim and I on our street preaching endeavor before having to head out to Philadelphia the very next morning. It was nice to have another worker with us tonight, sharing in preaching duties. I did however feel a little sorry for Dale... I'm not sure if he was quite prepared for the spiritual reality of Canada: mostly dead.<br />
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Despite the cold weather, a good number of souls were out in the market. Between us three preachers, we ministered the Gospel to thousands of souls. Not many tracts were handed out, and I didn't have much of anything by way of one-on-one conversations. Pastor Tim and Dale did a bit better than me tonight: both men had profitable conversations with sinners, and I think they had more success in tract distribution.<br />
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Funny moment of the night: a police cruiser drove by and stopped in front of the spot where Pastor Tim was preaching. The officer lowered his window and said: "Hey! Put it down a little. You're so loud I can hear you a block away!" To which Pastor Tim replied, with a big smirk on his face: "Well, that's really good that people can hear the Gospel a block away!" Amused, the police officer laughed and drove off.<br />
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Not much else to report. There was a lot of mockery tonight, lots of sin. Our Bible signs were knocked down a number of times, and all three of us were scorned by a number of sinners. Still, the Lord was glorified, and that's all that matters.<br />
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Have a blessed weekend, dear saints... especially the Lord's Day!<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-8837035123678143042014-04-19T03:26:00.002-04:002014-04-19T03:26:53.243-04:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Good Friday...</span></em><br />
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It just dawned on me, just now as I wrote the above paragraph, that it's a truly sad state of affairs when "good news" of our evangelism is that "no one trampled the Word under foot". It really shows the demise of faith, genuine and otherwise, and the rise of religious intolerance. The fact that our preaching was done on "Good Friday" didn't even register with most of the people we ministered to; the "Christian" holiday has become just another cultural/historical day-off-work that no one really cares to know anything about. From the perspective of a Christian fundamentalist like myself, there something really disappointing about that, but I think even on a purely cultural and historical context, there's something sad about this new reality.<br />
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Despite the low numbers of people in the market, Pastor Tim and I handed out a fair number of Gospel tracts, and had a few conversations with the lost. I'm not sure how well Pastor Tim's one-on-one conversation went with a young man, but it looked profitable. I on the other hand had one of those silly conversations with a young Muslim man. If I had a dime for every instance where a Muslim has tried to convince me that his/her faith was superior because...<br />
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1- The Qu'ran is pure, never changed, and isn't messed up by translations.<br />
2- Muslims believe in Moses, Jesus, and Mohammed.<br />
3- Islam is the fastest growing religion in the world.<br />
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The first two statements are ludicrous, and any careful study of Islam proves their idiocy. The Qu'ran is a wretched book, with a number of sections that are unintelligible. The Moses and Jesus described in the Qu'ran, the Moses and Jesus Muslims believe in are nothing like the Moses and Jesus described in the Bible. They are entirely different people. As far as the third statement is concerned, I'm way passed the age where I feel the need to believe in something, just because a large portion of the population think it's a great thing.<br />
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Still, the young man tried his pitch, and I shot him down every step of the way. No doubt the young man was a devout Muslim, but it was clear that he was an ignorant one, since he couldn't answer simple questions on the teachings of the Qu'ran. Either that, or he wouldn't answer my questions, fearing they would make my arguments for me. I ended the conversation and the young man wasn't too pleased with that, giving me warnings of hellfire if I rejected "the-prophet-mohammed-glory-and-honour-to-his-name". "Consider me warned... and I'll take my chances..." I said, unable to keep from smiling.<br />
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Not much more to report I'm afraid. Like I said, it was a quiet night. It was good to finally be able to make it out after being prevented of three weeks. I trust the Lord was glorified.<br />
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Have a blessed weekend, dear saints.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-70324161536633595502014-04-12T02:37:00.001-04:002014-04-12T02:37:41.981-04:00No Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">technical difficulties...</span></em><br />
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I had the absolute worse day at work today. I was in the lab 'till 10:30pm, trying to get an HPLC to behave.<br />
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I know Pastor Tim went out to preach the Gospel. I hope things went well for him.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-38421663880174956472014-04-05T10:29:00.002-04:002014-04-05T10:29:50.890-04:00No Notes<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>rained out again...</em></span><br />
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Pastor Tim and I didn't go out street preaching last night due to rain. Silver lining: April showers bring May flowers.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-4858560531242939442014-03-29T01:44:00.000-04:002014-03-29T01:44:08.285-04:00No Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">rained out...</span></em><br />
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I will be preaching the Lord's Day evening service... remember me in your prayers, dear saints.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-82558085935868639892014-03-22T02:52:00.000-04:002014-03-22T02:52:51.077-04:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">kept the police busy...</span></em><br />
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What a night.<br />
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Where to begin?<br />
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I suppose I should start by mentioning that there isn't a camera-phone picture attached to this post because... well because with everything that took place, pulling out my cellphone to take a picture of our surroundings just didn't cross my mind.<br />
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It didn't take long for our night of evangelism to quickly degenerate. If memory serves, I had been preaching the Gospel for no more than 15 minutes when a man professing to be a Christian came over to "set me straight". At first I thought I was in for a "you're-not-evangelizing-right", with a side dish of "you-need-to-preach-more-lovey-dovey". Instead the man, who claimed to be a Christian, started a diatribe about the inaccuracies of the Bible and how, ultimately, God's Word was unreliable. I let the man talk for a couple of minutes, then tried to give an answer, but this was a monologue, not a conversation, so I moved a few feet away from the man and began preaching the Gospel again. That infuriated the man who began to curse and swear at me (<em>remember, this was a professing Christian</em>).<br />
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At this point I began praying that the Lord would rid me of this wicked soul, when something caught my eye over on the other side of the street where Pastor Tim was offering Gospel tracts to those who walked by. A young woman violently kicked one of our Bible signs to the ground. Pastor Tim walked over, picked the sign up, but undeterred, the woman kicked the sign back down, screaming and yelling at the good preacher. So both of us had crazies yelling obscenities at us, but my "crazy" quickly became of no consequence.<br />
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Things were about to get real serious over on Pastor Tim's side, as I noticed a deranged homeless man walking towards the young woman and Pastor Tim. This was a potentially explosive situation: I knew the homeless man was going to defend an old man over a cursing, violent twenty-year-old, and that's what had me worried. I was afraid the man was going to physically assault the young woman and then, well, the game would be on, if you get my drift. So I quickly ran across the street to try to get in the way of whatever was about to happen. The crazy so-called Christian who had been harassing me got a chance to say: "That's right! You run away you brainwashed coward!" Which I must say annoyed me, but I had more serious things to worry about than my pride.<br />
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When I got next to Pastor Tim, there was a bit of a standoff, where the wicked woman traded obscenities with the homeless man. Eventually, the woman turned to Pastor Tim and I and said: "What you're doing is illegal, and I'm calling the cops!" To which we answered: "Go for it!" That annoyed the woman who proceeded to kick our Bible signs (<em>all three this time</em>) down to the ground, and made good on her threat to call the police, before running off into the night.<br />
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So in the space of two minutes, Pastor Tim and I were surrounded by police cruisers, with one police officer taking charge, asking us what was going on. We explained the situation and after failing to locate the woman who had lodged a complaint against us, the officer in charge asked us for identification to confirm we weren't troublemakers, and that we would be left in peace afterwards. A quick check on his laptop and the officer gave me back my ID and said: "You guys aren't doing anything illegal and you are free to continue as you wish. Goodnight."<br />
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The officer left, and within 5 minutes another homeless man came to see me, to enquire of my well-being. I was surprised that he cared what happened to us, but a bit thankful. My thankfulness however turned to serious concern when the very drunk homeless man said: "Don't you worry guy, if anyone would have given you serious trouble, I would have pulled out my 9mm and would have backed you." Now these drunks are pathological liars, so perhaps he didn't have a pistol and was all talk, but he moved something heavy in his jacket when he said "9mm" and well... that was a thought that gave me the willies!<br />
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I was only beginning to settle back down... preached the Gospel for about 15 minutes, when another homeless man showed up and expressed some dissatisfaction toward my preaching. It started with cursing, then came the threats, and then violence. I got pushed around some, the man tried his best to break the Bible sign I was holding, but was unable. That's when Pastor Tim showed up, and seeing that there was two of us, the man relented but he struck again the minute Pastor Tim walked away.<br />
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At this point, Pastor Tim rushed back and told me to call the police. I really didn't want to do that, the last thing I wanted is for us preachers to become an annoyance to the police. That's when a man came up to Pastor Tim and I and told us he was a police officer from out-of-town and that he wanted us to call the police right away. Providentially, at that very moment, a police cruiser just happened to come by. The out-of-town officer ran to the police vehicle, showed off his badge and explained the situation to an in-uniform officer and a plain clothed passenger.<br />
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Once again, three police cruisers descended on our corner, but this time, we weren't the targets. Three officers detained the homeless man, and the plain clothed man was an observer named Dwayne. I know his name because he visited our church assembly just a couple of weeks ago; he is the nephew of one of our church members. With Dwayne and the out-of-town officer's help, everything got sorted out quickly: the homeless man was warned to leave us alone and to leave the area. Dwayne and the officer he was assigned to remained on our corner for a good 20 minutes while we went back to our evangelism, to make sure we were safe.<br />
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I thank God for the work of the various police officers that dealt with us tonight. They were professional, wise and in the end, quite kind to us. Still, I much prefer Friday evangelism nights that don't require the presence of police.<br />
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The rest of our night of evangelism was pretty miserable. Our Bible signs were spat at, and there was no shortage of blasphemy and mockery. The only upside is I did hand out a good number of Bible tracts. Who know what the Lord will do.<br />
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I have to admit, it's difficult to calm down after such an eventful night. That said, I'm in far better spirits than in my earlier years when I had to deal with violent opposition. Getting to be an old warrior for Christ, I suppose.<br />
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Anyway, I'm going to give some sleep a try now... wow... what a night.<br />
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God bless you, dear readers.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-70136301178432134962014-03-15T02:35:00.000-04:002014-03-15T02:35:38.645-04:00Friday Night Notes<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>nice to have some support...</em></span><br />
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Our night of evangelism started out pretty well; a man came out of a restaurant near our preaching spot, and quickly came by to speak with me. He said he felt the need to come by and encourage me... that I was "doing a good thing". What he added blew me away:<br />
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"I'm a father, and as a believer, I spend a lot of time teaching my kids about 'what not to do', but seeing you here tonight, I realized that I need to start teaching my kids about 'what they should be doing'."<br />
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He walked away shortly after saying this, then he stopped and asked me if I would accept a donation. I declined. When I do Gospel work, I like to follow the words of Christ literally:<br />
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<strong><em>"... freely ye have received, freely give." (Matthew 10:8b)</em></strong><br />
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A number of other saints came by, from various local assemblies, to offer us words of encouragement. One young man offered to get Pastor Tim and I some hot chocolate to warm us up. The Lord bless these dear saints for their kindness and support.<br />
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Pastor Tim had a short conversation with a couple of Muslim women that proved somewhat unprofitable. According to one of the women, Pastor Tim's understanding of "jihad" was erroneous <em>(despite the fact the good preacher actually read the wretched Qu'ran, cover-to-cover)</em>. According to her, "jihad" was about the inner-struggle in individual Muslims, not violent war on infidels. Both Pastor Tim and I had a good laugh. They were either insanely gullible, or they thought we were.<br />
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Our Bible signs almost made it through the night without once being kicked to the ground, but alas, our <a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=1Co&c=6&t=KJV#s=1068009" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">1 Corinthians 6:9-10</span></a> sign <em>(our most popular)</em> got taken down with less than an hour left to our evangelistic effort. Something interesting happened as I was about to walk over to pick the sign back up: a man I've seen regularly downtown <em>(perhaps a homeless man, I'm not sure)</em> told me to keep preaching, and that he'd fix my sign... and he did! I wanted to thank the man for his assistance, but after fixing up our sign, he just walked away. The Lord be merciful and gracious to him for his kindness toward us.<br />
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Around 11pm, it was definitely time for me to head home. After hours of listening to the ungodly conversations of the wicked all around me, it got pretty wearying. It truly is awful, the extent of the degeneration of our society, and that, in such a short period of time. The Lord have mercy on Canada... for we are ripe for judgment... or are we already being judged?<br />
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Goodnight, dear readers.<br />
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Have a blessed weekend, and a glorious Lord's Day.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-60330762925991030202014-03-08T01:58:00.000-05:002014-03-08T01:58:01.159-05:00Friday Night Notes<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>preaching to a tough crowd...</em></span><br />
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I think our night of evangelism would have been pretty miserable, were it not for a pleasant surprise: Brother Rod was able to join us tonight. He showed up about an hour after Pastor Tim and I got started, and it was really nice to get some reinforcements just as things started to go downhill.<br />
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Some of our Bible signs took more beatings tonight. If memory serves only one of our three Bible signs went through the night without being kicked aside. Actually, no... come to think of it, all three signs were manhandled. One young man trampled one of our signs underfoot... can't imagine the trouble the poor wretch is in, especially when one considers Psalm 138:2...<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><strong><em>I will worship toward thy holy temple, and praise thy name for thy lovingkindness and for thy truth: <u>for thou hast magnified thy word above all thy name.</u></em></strong><br />
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I did have a "special moment" during my second turn at street preaching: as I was preaching on the necessity of repentance and faith in Christ, I noticed a little boy watching and listening to my words. He was in the back of a car parked across the street from our preaching spot. He had rolled down the window half way and listened attentively. Just before the car left, the boy gave me a "thumbs up" and yelled out: "God bless you!"<br />
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That was the highlight of my night... the only highlight. Everything else was blasphemies, threats and mockery. The harsh and crude words were particularly grievous tonight. You'd think I'd be quite hardened by now, and unaffected by the foul language of the wicked... but I have to admit that the wicked world finds a way to vex me with its evil communications.<br />
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Still, we did minister the Gospel to hundreds of souls tonight, and several Gospel tracts were handed out... who knows what the Lord will do!?!<br />
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To Him alone be all honour and glory, now and forever.<br />
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Amen.<br />
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Rand</span>Randhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-19464929490433248912014-03-01T21:17:00.001-05:002014-03-01T21:17:53.486-05:00Friday Night Notes<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>finally... back to work!!!</em></span><br />
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froze. That was no fun.<br />
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It was a quiet night of evangelism, with the cold likely keeping people in their homes. Last week (or maybe, the week before) was the end of my city's winter festival, "Winterlude", which probably lowered downtown visitors a lot too. Still, we handed out a good number of Gospel tracts and preached the Gospel to all those who walked by.<br />
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After about an hour of street preaching, an old familiar face came by to see me: Scott, from <a href="http://mcclare.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">The Crusty Curmudgeon</span></a>, was at a nearby restaurant having dinner with couple of Christian friends, when he heard me preaching the Gospel. It was good to see my old friend, whom I kept up with through his blog, but I hadn't seen him in person for years. It was good to see the years had been good to Scotty (<em>he hasn't changed much in over a decade... what's his secret?</em>), and still walking with the Lord, which is really good.<br />
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A few minutes after Scott and I parted ways, a woman named Joan and her friend came by and stood across the street, listening to my Gospel preaching. She listened quietly, in the cold, for a few minutes, then began to walk away. I don't know exactly what I said, but I continued preaching and she stopped and said: "You're right!" At which point, she walked over to my side and thanked me for my evangelism. She said she had suffered a serious health issue, and that she figured that was one way the Lord was trying to get her attention. She said my evangelism was the second "call" she was getting from God. I suggested she listen to those calls and get close to the Living God. I gave her a Gospel tract, and she thanked me with tears in her eyes.<br />
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A number of Christians walked or drove by us last night, most of which gave us some encouraging words, or a simple "thumbs up". It's nice to see that the grace of God is at work in many in my city. It's easy sometimes to get pessimistic when all you see around you is evil.<br />
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The night of evangelism wasn't all old friends and God-seekers unfortunately. The market has an endless supply of troubled and wicked souls. I watched a man, so drugged out of his mind, that he yelled curses out loud to imaginary foes. I saw another man get into a fight with a bouncer near a local bar. Evidence of all manner of immorality was on display as well. The Lord have mercy on this wicked and lost generation.<br />
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Remember us in your prayers, dear saints of God...<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-53118028265779031922014-03-01T01:35:00.000-05:002014-03-01T01:35:34.672-05:00Notes Coming<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">exhausted & falling asleep!!!</span></em><br />
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Pastor Tim and I did go out street preaching tonight, but I'm falling asleep! Will blog about our work tomorrow!<br />
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See you then!<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-31949331781742200702014-02-08T04:10:00.000-05:002014-02-08T04:10:13.671-05:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">c-c-c-cold night...</span></em><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><img align="left" border="0" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/Rand_T/Feb07_zps804422af.jpg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 10px;" /></a><strong>It's been a couple of weeks since our last night of evangelism. We had a few Fridays now where it was just to cold to be out evangelizing (under -20C, or -6F), and last week, my wife and I were suffering from a nasty cold virus that pretty much ruined our anniversary weekend. We almost cancelled tonight's evangelistic effort due to the cold (it was -22C, or -8F with the wind chill), but Pastor Tim and I have some good old fashion Canadian pride in us; we would not be intimidated by the cold... we'd tough it out.</strong><br />
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And we did. Though I have to admit that after two hours in that frigid weather, I was dreaming of warm soup and a warm bed!<br />
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The cold, I imagine, kept a lot of people home because the market was pretty quiet tonight. My city is in the midst of our winter festival called Winterlude (hence the snow sculpture) which typically attracts people downtown, but -22C temperatures was likely a little too cold for the people of my city. Still, we handed out a decent number of tracts and had a few short conversations with souls who wanted to know something of the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ. I was a bit surprised at how well Pastor Tim and I did tonight, considering the low turnout.<br />
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I spoke to a man who professed faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, but seemed bothered that I held a John 3:36 Bible sign. He looked favourably at our John 3:16 sign, but didn't much like John 3:36. So I asked him:<br />
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"Are you a Christian?"<br />
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"Absolutely," the man replied.<br />
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"Jesus saved you?" I inquired further.<br />
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"Oh yes," the man quickly answered.<br />
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"Can anyone else save sinners?" I continued.<br />
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"Uh... no," the man replied.<br />
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"So you agree with John 3:36 then?"<br />
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The man paused, replayed the exchange in his head and finally said: <br />
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"Yeah, I suppose I do."<br />
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"So I suppose that if we both agree that Jesus is the only One who saves, it would be important for us to make that fact plain in clear to lost sinners, don't you think?"<br />
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At this point, the man was undone, and agreed with me. I know what his problem was. It wasn't that he didn't agree with John 3:36, it's that he thought it was too harsh or too opposed to popular philosophies to be putting such a verse before the lost. I hope I have taught the man a lesson in being true with God's Word... to be like the apostle Paul who didn't shun to declare the whole counsel of God.<br />
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Shortly after this exchange, two men approached me calling after me by name. It was Sebastian and Emmanuel, two men I went to high school with, many, many moons ago. Sebastian never ceases to surprise me. The first time he saw me street preaching (over 10 years ago), he publicly mocked me; but every subsequent meeting, he's been friendlier and friendlier. Tonight, neither men seemed at all bothered or ashamed of being seen talking to a "Jesus freak" on a street corner. Considering that I have had family members walk away from me, pretending not to have seen me, when I've been out evangelizing, I have to give Seb and Emmanuel lots of credit. I hope the Lord will use my good conversation to effect change in these old friends.<br />
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With that, I'll close the notes, and head to bed. Remember us in your prayers, dear saints. Only six weeks into the new year, and so many things have happened, and we need God's wisdom in the days and weeks ahead.<br />
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God bless you, dear readers.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-46912289648757606622014-01-25T10:51:00.003-05:002014-01-25T10:51:50.322-05:00No Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">too cold, too windy...</span></em><br />
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It was really blowing last night, Pastor Tim opted to take the night off, so I went home and got some much needed rest.<br />
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Take care,<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-42302856196371229532014-01-18T03:23:00.002-05:002014-01-18T03:23:40.647-05:00Friday Night Notes<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Christians... annoyed with the preaching of the Word...</em></span><br />
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The market was quiet tonight. Both Pastor Tim and I would go through stretches where we had no one to preach to. Still, Pastor Tim reported having distributed a great number of Gospel tracts tonight; a feat I wish I could boast, but things were real quiet for me tonight.<br />
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Despite the lower volume of people, I was quite saddened by the beating our Bible signs took. I picked those signs up off the ground 4-5 times, after being kicked to the ground by ungodly souls. Pastor Tim was still able to find a silver lining in this:<br />
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"Well, they are reading the signs and are paying close enough attention to them to be offended!" he concluded.<br />
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A sad thing occurred tonight when Pastor Tim was preaching the Gospel. A couple walked by and it was clear from the man's demeanor that he was no fan of Pastor Tim's evangelism. This occurs several times on any given night of evangelism, but what made this particular event quite sad is that I knew the couple, we use to attend the same church assembly years ago. I hadn't seen the man in over a decade so I called to him, wanting to talk to him, just to touch base. He obliged, but I could tell that my old friend wasn't too comfortable talking to me while I held my Bible sign in one hand, and Gospel tracts in the other. We didn't talk long... I conversation had a number of uncomfortable silences. I felt so sad for the man. I use to think like him, but the grace of God worked mightily in my life; I no longer fear the reproach of the Gospel. I gladly bear it. I wish he had also.<br />
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I saw Mike again tonight... and he stayed true to his word. He said "hello" and thanked me for my service. He took of Gospel tract and continued on with his friends. While I appreciate his kindness, I can tell Mike is in a bad way again. The Lord have mercy on him.<br />
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A lot more took place tonight, but I'm too tired to continue. It's real late, and it's been an exhausting week.<br />
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Brothers and sisters, remember us in your prayers!<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-86901140972909443102014-01-11T06:11:00.002-05:002014-01-11T06:11:28.194-05:00Friday Night Notes<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">good to be back...</span></i><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><img align="left" border="0" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/Rand_T/Jan10_zps14c537be.jpg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 10px;" /></a>It had a been a long time... but Pastor Tim and I finally made it out for open-air Gospel preaching tonight. After weeks of super-cold weather, we got a break as it was just a little under freezing tonight. A perfect night for winter street preaching.<br />
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There was a pretty steady flow of people walking the streets of the market, so there were no shortage of sinners to minister to. There were a number of saints around tonight as we got a few words of encouragement from brothers and sisters who appreciated our efforts. It's nice to be reminded that the Lord is still saving and sanctifying a people for Himself!<br />
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I gave out a fair number of Gospel Tracts tonight and had a couple of one-on-one conversations. The first one was heart-warming, the other was sad.<br />
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First conversation: a young man comes up to me from behind, and studied my face carefully before saying: "It is you!" I didn't recognize the man, for which I felt really bad. He identified himself as Mike and said: "Years ago, I was really depressed and needed some serious counseling, and you spoke to me right here on this corner! You even gave me your Bible!" I still didn't remember the fellow but I was mighty glad to hear remembered me. He told me he hadn't spent much time in the Bible I gave him, so I encouraged him to do so ASAP. He told me that he really appreciated the help I gave him and would make it a point to come by and thank me every time he sees me downtown. It was a really sweet moment. The Lord be merciful to this gentle, yet lost soul.<br />
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Second conversation: a French-Canadian Romanist came by, claiming to be a Christian. I asked which assembly he worshiped in, and he said "Marie Mediatrice" (Mary the Mediator). Oh my... I told the man that there was one mediator between man and God, and that's Jesus Christ, not Mary. I told him he needed to repent of his Romanism and obey the Gospel, but he didn't have anytime for the Word of God. He said that we could just agree to love each other and everything would be okay. I said that that was the Second of the Greatest Commandments, and that he was ignoring the First. He didn't have any time for that argument either. He shook my hand, doing his best to keep things at "loving each other"... the Lord give him eyes to see and ears to hear!<br />
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With that, I'm off to bed. Pastor Tim and I have very difficult work to deal with this weekend and I would appreciate the prayers of saints... for wisdom and the guidance of the Holy Spirit.<br />
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God bless you, and have a safe weekend...<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-88368267977423187892014-01-04T03:07:00.000-05:002014-01-04T03:07:18.231-05:00Still No Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">still too cold!!!</span></em><br />
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It's been below -20 Celsius all week... way too cold for street preaching. The temperature is suppose to climb back up this weekend. Hopefully, Pastor Tim and I will be back at it next Friday.<br />
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God bless you,<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-75797915835539073772013-12-27T23:40:00.000-05:002013-12-27T23:40:10.372-05:00Still No Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">good old Christmas time...</span></em><br />
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With the various Christmas activities (church and family), which included a 700km trip out of town in treacherous weather, and two of my children's birthdays, I simply have not had the time or energy to make it out for Friday evangelism. I'm sure Pastor Tim has continued the work, perhaps Brother Ovo has gone out with him also...<br />
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Lord-willing, I will be at my regular post next week... preaching the Gospel of Jesus to a lost generation in the downtown marketplace of my city.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-64959616640031371672013-12-15T13:02:00.004-05:002013-12-15T13:02:51.887-05:00No Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">too cold... too busy...</span></em><br />
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Sorry about the delay... it's been a wild weekend.<br />
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We didn't go out street preaching last Friday. The temperature was -20C, which is way too cold for us preachers.<br />
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Blogging might be sporadic over the next couple of weeks. The Christmas season has got us running!<br />
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God bless you, dear readers,<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-79679249773463142392013-12-07T01:55:00.001-05:002013-12-07T01:55:28.383-05:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">oddly quiet...</span></em><br />
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With the scarcity of souls downtown, we gave out very few Gospel tracts, and had but a couple of one-on-one conversations with sinners. Pastor Tim had a long conversation with a couple of young men who professed faith in Christ, but were in a bad way. The good preacher admonished the young men and prayed for them, right there on a street corner. Both men seemed quite happy to have met Pastor Tim tonight... I think all concerned saw the hand of the Lord in their "chance meeting". The Lord bless and help these young men.<br />
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The only conversation I had tonight was with a man who, after reading my John 3:16 Bible sign, nodded in agreement. I asked him if he believed the words he had just read. He said he did, and quickly told me he was an Orthodox Christian. He obviously knew I would have reservations about his profession of faith; he took off real quick after making his statement. The Lord save him from his religion... may he see that he needs the genuine Jesus.<br />
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I thank the Lord that so far, the nights haven't been too cold. I have all my winter gear on, and so far they've been doing the job. Hopefully, the Lord will give us street preachers a mild winter this year.<br />
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It's going to stop now... just not a whole lot to report, and I'm dead tired. It was midnight when I got home, and it's getting close to 2am right now.<br />
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Have a good weekend, dear readers.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-85978208209830656852013-11-30T02:07:00.000-05:002013-11-30T02:07:17.388-05:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">a lost and wasted generation...</span></em><br />
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All and all... a pretty miserable night of evangelism. Pastor Tim and I were downtown with our Bible signs, preaching the Word of God to a lost and rebellious people who had no interest in the Living God.<br />
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Drunkenness was the order of the day. We watched hundreds of young people who despite -10C to -13C temperatures (roughly 8F), were walking around drunk out of their minds, in shorts and mini-skirts, going from bar to bar on a cursed pub-crawl. There were so many inebriated young people, the police had to get involved to maintain to calm things down. It was a really sad sight, watching so many young men and women destroying themselves physically and spiritually.<br />
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Another downer was in the poor number of Gospel tracts that were ultimately handed out. Nearly 3 hours of evangelism, and I don't know if I gave out more than 5 tracts. I know it was no more than 10. The people were just so foolish, and in some cases, so hostile... attitudes that aren't at all conducive repentance and faith.<br />
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Again, all and all, pretty miserable...<br />
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This was the first Friday this year where I was in all my winter gear. If tonight is any indication, it's going to be another long, cold winter. Winter evangelism is difficult. From the difficulty of handing out literature with big mittens on, to my toes and fingers freezing after the first hour of evangelism, the winter season is always tough on us street preachers.<br />
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But we persevere... heading God's command to "preach the Word in season and out of season", and trusting that God, ultimately, is glorified.<br />
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That is "our reasonable service."<br />
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God bless you, dear readers.<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-4948474558713124962013-11-23T10:04:00.001-05:002013-11-23T10:04:54.398-05:00No Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">bad weather...</span></em><br />
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We weren't able to go out street preaching last night due to rain... and cold rain at that!<br />
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Have a blessed weekend,<br />
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RandRandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-50128428972481528842013-11-16T02:51:00.005-05:002013-11-16T02:51:58.335-05:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">a couple of helpers...</span></em><br />
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The man in the picture with Pastor Tim is brother Ovo, a Nigerian-born deaf Christian. He's been staying with Pastor Tim for a couple of days, and insisted on coming out with us for open-air evangelism. For three hours this dear saint stood on a street corner, braving the cold weather with a Bible sign in hand, and offering Gospel tracts to people who passed by him. Brother Ovo puts a lot of saints to shame: there are a lot of believers out there who have no disabilities whatsoever, who are totally able bodied, but who have never labored for the Gospel.<br />
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Our other guest evangelist was a young man who visited our assembly last Lord's Day. His name is Daniel and he was quite the encouragement as I preached the Gospel. Daniel held a Bible sign next to me as I preached and ever so often, he'd let an "Amen!" out. You can't believe how refreshing that is when you are used to hearing nothing but cursing and blasphemy when preaching the Good Word.<br />
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It was a pretty busy night, all and all. Lots of people were walking around the marketplace, which means a lot of people heard the Gospel. We gave out a number of Gospel tracts and had a few one-on-one conversations, but probably not as many as we'd hoped for when we saw the number of souls in the market. Still... <em>who know what the Lord will do?</em><br />
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Daniel and I spoke to an atheist who couldn't understand why a deaf man (Brother Ovo) would want to stand on a corner to "preach Jesus". I explained to the man that the Lord had saved Brother Ovo and that was why he was on a street corner, "preaching Jesus". He walked away perplexed and annoyed. He didn't understand. He couldn't understand. The Lord have mercy on his soul.<br />
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Lots of people mocked and insulted us. So much that I was kind of glad that Brother Ovo couldn't hear their awful words. He wasn't unaware of what was going on all around him however. At the end of our night of evangelism, he wrote me a note that began with:<br />
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<em>"Lots of people rejected the Gospel tonight..."</em><br />
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I suppose tonight's evangelism would have been quite wearisome and depressing, were it not for the helpers the Lord sent us. It was quite refreshing to have them with us. I hope the Lord will be pleased to add a few labourers to work with us in the weeks ahead. His will be done!<br />
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Have a blessed and safe weekend, dear readers...<br />
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Rand<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em>"The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest." (Luke 10:2)</em></span>Randhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662055231108444473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890330.post-67447427219109552312013-11-09T01:13:00.001-05:002013-11-09T01:13:18.692-05:00Friday Night Notes<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pastor Tim's back...</span></em><br />
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<strong>It was a shorter night of evangelism tonight. I was stuck working late in the lab, and I didn't want to stay downtown 'till near midnight; I have a sermon to complete tomorrow for the Lord's Day evening service.</strong><br />
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It was good to have my street preaching partner back. Pastor Tim had been away for over two weeks, visiting family in Germany. The good preacher is still quite jet lagged, so I think he appreciated a shorter night of evangelism tonight. We were downtown from 8pm to a little past 10pm, in our usual spot, declaring the Gospel of Jesus Christ.<br />
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We didn't have much by way of one-on-one conversations. Come to think of it, I don't think I had a single one. Maybe a very short one with a middle-eastern fellow. I saw Pastor Tim having a couple of conversations, but nothing too long lasting. We both had a few souls come by tonight, asking us to give them a Bible tract, which we happily handed over. One of those souls seemed interested to visit our assembly for one of our Lord's Day services.<br />
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We received a little bit of encouragement from fellow saints throughout the night, but again, for the most part, blasphemy, cursing and mockery was far more abundant. One French fellow thought it amusing to yell out repeatedly: "He's dead!" It'll be a fearful, awful day, when he realizes that his Judge is very much alive.<br />
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Another sad observation tonight: it looks like Brother Layton and his Open-Air Campaigners are done evangelizing for the winter. They weren't at their post across the Rideau Center mall tonight, and if memory serves, this is about when they stopped in years past. I know Brother Layton does various forms of evangelism throughout the year, and I pray the Lord give him success in his winter endeavors.<br />
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Well, it's pretty late... and I have a sermon to finish writing tomorrow, so I better turn in.<br />
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Thanks for keeping up with our efforts, dear readers.<br />
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God bless you!<br />
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