Encouraging Guest E-vangie Tales

1 CommentGuest E-vangies

The homework for my evangelism class includes handing out one Gospel tract—only one Gospel tract—on the second week. This can be an absolutely terrifying experience for those who have never done this, or don’t do it regularly. Here are some encouraging testimonies from those who wrote about their adventures at my latest class’s “What’s Your E-vangie Tale.”

From Jennifer:

Last Friday night I picked up my husband’s Aunt from work. When she got in my car, one of the first things she said to me was “What is that?”. I told her that they were tracts. (I had my whole stack of tracts on my center console.) I pulled one out and handed it to her. She has really bad eyes and couldn’t read the small print. I told her a little about what it said and asked her to read it later when she got home; she said she would.

The next day I got a text message from her saying that my million dollar tract was “SO inspirational that she wanted to go to church on Sunday.” She went to church that Sunday and told me that she would like to start coming to church with me and my family.

Read More

(Not so) Good Friday?

23 CommentsGuest E-vangies, Open Air, PERSECUTED!

Carol Nicholson is a member of our evangelism team who is very bold in her witness. She sent me this report about a very scary encounter she had on Good Friday.

Yesterday was the worst persecution I have suffered for the Gospel since my salvation. Olga, another sister, and I went to the Redondo Beach Pier holding up a 6 foot cross with the words  “Are you ready?” written on it. What better time than Good Friday to pick up our cross and go explain the meaning of it?

As I was preaching and getting ready to read about the empty tomb and resurrection, a man came from behind me, grabbed the microphone from my hand, then yelled to the crowd blasphemous words, insults, mockery—all while denying God, even calling me a devil. Then he wrestled with me, trying to yank the bible from my hands. Since he could not, he started calling the police and 911, saying that he lived in the condos up the hill behind us, and we were disturbing his peace. He appeared to be under the influence of drugs.

I had a chance to read about the resurrection, but by then he was joined by an angry woman— twice as furious—and between the two of them, they went back and forth between Olga and I, cursing us and claiming that they were devils.

Read More