We set up our dummy, Eutychus’ Sis, on the Redondo Beach Pier last Saturday to attract the crowds. People would stop in horror; we would preach to them. After three sermons by three evangelists, it was my turn. I gave it a go and when I finished, three policemen greeted me. Someone had complained about
William Lobdell, a Times staff writer, responded to a false Gospel presentation by asking Jesus into his heart at a weekend mountain retreat. Here’s what he wrote: At the climactic service Sunday, Mike Barris, a pastor-to-be, delivered an old-fashioned altar call. He said we needed to let Jesus into our hearts. With my eyes closed
Last Tuesday, I posted an article concerning some of the things that are happening to our country as we rapidly decline to an anti-Christian nation. I believe that this is in large part due to our lack of evangelistic zeal and lukewarm Christianity. The most shocking part of the article was the Hindu priest who
Frederic Baumann, a resident of Cumming, was arrested on April 22 for distributing tracts outside the Cumming City fairgrounds. The charges? Officials told Baumann that he did not have a parade or demonstration permit. Attorneys for Baumann are waiting for a judge’s ruling following a hearing this week, in the unusual case and lawsuit against
A few hours after the debacle at Peet’s Coffee, a few of us tried out a new destination to see if the “bad luck” still clung as we tried to evangelize on Friday the 13th. The new outdoor mall complex catering to the rich ungodly in El Segundo had yet to be tried, so that’s where we headed.
Wrong move.
We hit Starbucks first, some designer cooking pot stores, foo-foo baby suppliers, and name brand sock-sellers… then hit a road block at Whole Foods Market.
I hate that store.
It’s the ultimate in chic-cool with employees sporting gotees, black earplugs, pierced tongues—and those are the women! I always feel out of sorts and out of step when I enter the premises. But! I just love to hand out Gospel tracts and talk about THE ONE TRUE GOD to all the pantheists la-la-ing in the aisles.
“If you died today, would you go to Heaven or Hell?” I asked the all-natural security guard. After taking him through the 10 Commandments to see where he stood with God on Judgment Day, I then handed him a GIANT $100 bill, full Gospel on the back.
“Uh, thank you,” he said, “but can you please not give that to me? The manager is right behind you.”
I turned around quickly to see a foursome huddled together. “Which one is the manager?”
“All of them.”
All four managers approached our little team of three. “You can’t be handing those out here in the store,” said Manager #1.
We moved to the sidewalk, outside the store. “We’ll just hand these Gospel tracts out here, then.”
“You can’t do that; it’s private property.”
“We can do that,” I protested. “It’s a public sidewalk!”
“It’s private property,” he repeated. He pointed to the street. “You can do it there; and we are on the phone to the police.”
We decided to move on down the sidewalk, since all four managers appeared to be calling El Segundo’s finest on their cellphones.
Two of them trailed us, Nokias to ears.
We moved onto the parking lot and looked behind us; they still followed.