A Tract of the Atheist


At El Camino College today a little boy, prompted by his mother, who obviously didn’t like our evangelistic activities on campus, handed me a piece of paper. I read the little note and erred in judgment.

I tell all first time students to my evangelism class that they should live by this motto when they start to share their faith: Go and make mistakes! I too, on occasion, overstep the bounds of good taste and propriety, forgetting that I need to let my words be apples of gold in settings of silver.

Yes, dear reader, I still make mistakes. Lots of them.

The tiny tyke didn’t know what he was doing as he toddled over to hand me a missive written sarcastically by his Mom. Unfortunately, I responded in kind after I read this:

I looked at Mother, and next to Child, then exclaimed, “Oh! A baby fool!”

Admittedly, not the best way to win friends and influence people.

Mea Culpa.

***Read about by own little kid’s adventures here as she confronts an atheist, and here as she is persecuted for her zeal. And here in a tract challenge! ***


  1. 1) I never make mistakes.

    2) And 2+2 is 5.

  2. I always appreciate your learning experiences, both good and bad. I have often wondered, how you keep from becoming totally unglued when people do things to you while preaching — like knocking you to the ground from behind. I know in that recent instance, you jumped back up and kept going. I wondered if I could have done that very thing. I still fight that no good thing in my flesh . . .

    I have other thoughts about using the kiddo as a weapon, really, to hurt you, but am having trouble articulating them. I feel for the child who will be raised to be a “little athiest” while some passerbys will see your daughter preaching OA and feel the same, only in reverse.

    Thanks for sharing. I have hope when I read of your experiences.

    ****Prayer request for any that may be reading . . . my daughter living in California is pregnant with twin daughters keeps having issues. She keeps trying to deliver too soon. She is on complete bedrest right now and even yesterday, had to go to the hospital, but they stopped the contractions. Her husband is in the military there, and my grandson is 7. Not the easiest combination for total bedrest. Her name is Timbrel. Thanks.

  3. I will be praying for Timbrel, Dale.

    Nothing much shakes me anymore while evangelizing, probably because I live in L.A. and I’ve been witnessing nearly everyday since Jan. 1, 2004. I believe it’s a learned behavior.

    But I did blow it here:

    I actually got in the guy’s face and was ashamed afterward.

    Fortunately, that rarely happens. Practice, practice, practice.

  4. Wow good learning tools. Thanks Steve. If you ever want to come to Market Square in downtown Knoxville, let me know.

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