Shake off the Dust (Monday Night Evangelism Part 1)

Thank all of you who went out last night. It was truly a blessing as it always is. I there really is no where I would rather be on Monday nights than going door to door. We had 8 last night that showed up for the fun and festivities. We visited the streets around another Baptist church in Wendell. We met some really interesting people. It seems like we had about as many positive responses as negative. The negative responses are always interesting, and especially when some houses scream “Merry Christmas” and the residents seem to say, “Bah, humbug.”

 

We had one guy that refused to answer any questions, but didn’t protest to our asking them. He finally said, “I have a lot of thoughts about that, but I don’t want to talk to you about them.” The sad thing is that he did tell us he went to a local Baptist church. We had four other people who gave faith responses to questions about their faith. We prayed with three of them and they did seem encouraged by our efforts. We prayed with one about physical problems. We prayed with another about her son going off to Iraq. We prayed with another about him “in general.”

 

The last two houses we visited could find no room for the gospel. At the largest house on the street, a woman came to the door and after we introduced ourselves she slammed the door on us. At the last house, a man went out the side door while we were knocking on the front door and just starred at us and yelled, “Hey.” Not the “hey” that you would yell to a friend, but the one that parents yell at kids with their hands in the cookie jar. We introduced ourselves and the man scorned us for knocking on his door. He said, “I have a two year old, that I am trying to put to bed, and two others in there.” He gave us the angry stare, then we offered him some literature. He “politely” declined and went back into the house. We prayed as we left that the Lord would convict him of his sin, and that the Lord would draw that man to himself. I was just convinced even more of the fact that salvation is a work of God, and God alone. If it were up to us, we would never seek the Lord. Praise God that he sought us, and redeemed us by the blood of his son.

 

BD