I met a gentleman who was sitting with his friend drinking Coronas at one of the outside patio bars in Hermosa Beach.
He objected to the way I was evangelizing his unsaved friend seated next to him. “I’m born-again,” the gentleman said, “and I attended Jerry Falwell’s school of theology. I’m working on getting my friend saved.”

“You do not know the hour of your friend’s death,” I whispered.

“You are soliciting Jesus and you need to stop!”

I left them both with a Million-Dollar Bill Gospel tract.