Dear Faithful Friends,
Over the last few weeks I’ve taken my daughters to Veterans Park in the mornings so my wife can have a little alone time. They play and I spend some time in the Word.
Last Thursday morning there were a lot of distractions and I had trouble reading without interruptions (potty breaks, daughter throws up from spinning around too much, food needs, etc.). So needless to say, I was a bit bothered when the apparently homeless man started to dig for bottles in the trash can next to me, while I was spending time with my God.
He looks at me and says “That’s a good book you’re reading.”
“Yeah,” I reply. Then God reminded me of my calling. “Excuse me, can I ask you a question?
“Sure,” he replies.
I ask him, “If you were to die would you go to Heaven or Hell?”
Then he throws me for a loop and answers in the reverse! “I’d go to Hell.”
” Why?” I continue.
“Because I’ve been a bad person”.
So I tell him the Gospel and let him know that he can’t be so bad that God would not forgive him. Then the close, ” Would you like to accept Jesus now as your Lord and Savior?”
He wants to, so I invite him to sit with me and I explain repentance and what it means to be “born-again” by opening up my Bible and turning to John 3:3.
He understands. We pray. John Gibbs then proceeds to tell me he has 2 daughters as he watches mine play. They are both 16 but don’t talk to him anymore. His wife recently left him because he was sent to jail for a week. He lost everything on a drug bust.
I’m literally fighting back tears and offer him the rest of the bread we had bought at the Farmer’s Market along with a basket of strawberries and an apple.
I gave him a “Passion-Tract”, told him he can get free food at our church, invited him to service and that he should ask for me so I can give him a Bible. I ended up annointing him with oil so that the 20 year paralysis on his right side might be healed.
At Supercuts on Friday, in the middle of my haircut, my 4 year old D.D. asks Barbara, the hairstylist, if she knew Jesus .
(During haircuts, I like to wait until the end because I hate long uncomfortable silences).
D.D. then asks if she was going to Heaven, then asked how she knew that! I was stuck. I had to follow my daughters lead and then had to endure an uncomfortable silence because Barbara wasn’t talking after this.
I wonder if shoe polish will cover the razor-induced bald spot behind my left ear?(kidding!).
By: Pastor Steve Sanchez