A lady from my church (Beth) came along with my friend (Norman) and I to go witnessing on Main Street on Saturday night. This is an answer to prayer, as Norman is planning to move soon, and we need more people to get involved. I don’t think it would be wise to go by myself to this particular location.
Before we got to the first bar, a couple on vacation from India walked toward us. They spoke good English and were very friendly. Norman walked them through the law and the gospel, and they said they would think about what we discussed.
At the first bar, an older Catholic guy kept trying to start an argument with me, but I think we were both surprised that we kept agreeing with each other and were unable to argue. A lady repeatedly yelled at us to leave, which was annoying. The Catholic guy seemed to settle down a little bit, and I asked if he was going to get drunk tonight. I think he may have already been drunk, but he admitted that he was there to get drunk, and he knew that was a sin. I tried to explain that willingly planning out your sin is a far cry from what a Christian should be doing. He agreed that it was hypocritical of him to do that, but I don’t think it really bothered him too much.
At the place across the street, three 30ish girls talked for quite a while about the standard for getting into heaven. One left in a huff, but the other two stuck around. It was a good conversation, and we parted amicably. Still, it kind of left a bad taste in my mouth. It seemed they weren’t too concerned about their standing before God. I prefer it when people are either ticked off or in a really sober mood, but if they leave in the same carefree mood they were in when we started the conversation, I wonder if the gospel had much effect on them. We left them with a tract that discusses the trustworthiness of the Bible, and they said they would look at the Answers in Genesis website on the tract.
About half a block farther down the street two older guys were standing around talking. Norman offered them a tract, and one of them pushed him, and said that he would break a 2×4 over his head. They both started yelling for us to keep walking. That’s our signal to stop and stand there. Our right to be there has been established, and we don’t want anyone to think they have veto power over the gospel just by threatening us and screaming. We just waited there patiently until they calmed down, and then went to the next place.
There was some kind of family gathering or wedding reception going on, and one young man asked what we were doing. I asked my usual question—Would you go to heaven and why?—and he said God is going to take care of him, and added that he’s Catholic. At this point another lady started yelling at us that they’re Catholics and we should leave. I asked her why she thinks she’s going to heaven, and she said she’s given her four kids to God, and her husband has served in Iraq. We expressed appreciation for her husband’s service, and she began yelling about how he’s held dying men in his arms. While continuing to yell about all the things she’d done for God, she started to cry. My friend tried to continue the conversation, but she just kept crying/screaming. So we went on to the next place. I thought that would really bother Beth, but she said she had been looking for a tract on Catholicism. It would have been courageous of Beth to try to give it to the screaming lady, but she was unable to find it, and I don’t think the lady would have accepted it.
We went on to the last place, and a few people took tracts, but we didn’t get a chance to talk to anyone. After having three different men from my church get scared off by much less in previous months, I thought Beth would never want to go down there again, but I’m very encouraged by her attitude and willingness to keep going. I talked to her at church the next day, and she said it was an adventure. She listened to Hell’s Best Kept Secret and she’s excited about learning more.