2012 - Stone The Preacher

Sudden Death: Mid-Flight

Jan 29, 2012Steve Sanchez5 CommentsSUDDEN DEATH!

An Australian airline Monday said it had offered discounts on future travel to some passengers after a man died on their 11-hour flight from Singapore to New Zealand. Click to read the rest here.

The Way of the WagonMaster: The Gospel in 45 Seconds

Jan 26, 2012Steve Sanchez2 CommentsAbnormal Evangelism Ideas, E-vangie VIDEO!

Everyone should be able to give a short 45 second gospel presentation if the occasion arises. Perhaps the person is disinterested in what you have to say and you need to say it quickly. Or a person is in a hurry and can only spare a moment. Or you may be on a stagecoach and

Martyrs: Reverend Yona Kanamuzeyi

Jan 25, 2012Steve Sanchez1 CommentMartyrs

On this day in 1964 this godly Rwandan reverend was taken to a bridge by force. As he walked, he sang this hymn: There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar: For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling place there. His hymn

Atheist Tuesday: Your Questions?

Jan 24, 2012Steve Sanchez53 CommentsAtheist Tuesday

I want to try and answer your questions, O unbelieving readers of this blog. I will try to answer as honestly and sincerely as I can the answers you submit to me. The only qualifications would be to try and ask broad-based questions based on subjects that you are truly confused about, stymied by, or

Blast from the Past: E-vangie Tales #62–A Drop in the Bucket

Jan 22, 2012Steve Sanchez3 CommentsE-vangie Tales

I have posted 2,464 articles since this blog’s inception. As a regular feature at the beginning of the week, I will re-post “Classic” Stone the Preacher articles so you can catch up. I can almost guarantee that you’ve never read any of these. This one was originally written before I started this blog, in August of 2005.

Just one word. Maybe two. A whole sentence with the word “Jesus” in it. Friendly reminders. Tell the whole gospel: How one has sinned. Christ died, was buried and rose again. God will use what you say…

“Hi Yolanda! Guess what?” I asked perkily.

With feigned excitement the Rite-Aid clerk answered, “Jesus loves me.”

“And why’s that?”

In staccato, she replied with great bemusement, “Because he died for all of us.” I could almost see her eyes role.

Every time I see Yolanda I tell her the same thing; it’s almost a game. She expects it. I speak, she mocks. The truth ignored, still she hears. Someday though, someday…

Drip.

Glenn bugged me. Greasy long hair, large-framed glasses and a big black Bible that he’d thump while I worked at Vons on the frozen foods aisle in ’78 or ’79, the tail-end of the Jesus Movement. He insisted that I turn my life over to Christ. I mocked. Undeterred, he persisted.

Drip.