While setting up on the campus of USC, readying ourselves for the preaching that Ray Comfort was scheduled to do, I took four students through a Gospel presentation. (Read part 1 here.)
Two of the students admitted that they were headed for Hell, the others, for Heaven.
As I explained to them that they had broken God’s Law and would end up in Hell as punishment for their sins, a middle-aged man walked up and forced himself into the conversation just as I was ready to present the Good News of Jesus Christ.
“How do you know that? How do you know that? How do you know that?” he repeated again and again. “How do you know that? How do you know that? How do you know that?”
Instead of responding to his haranguing questioning, I turned my back on him and segregated the four students so that I could finish sharing the Gospel.
“How do you know that? “How do you know that? How do you know that? How do you know that? How do you know that?” he continued in his winsome way. “How do you know that? How do you know that?”
I may have given him a small glare, or put my forefinger to my lips in a shhhhh gesture, all to no avail.
“How do you know that? How do you know that? How do you know that? How do you know that?”
At this point I thought that it might have been a special visiting day for the Developmentally Disabled, since many schools were taking campus tours. But no.
Three of the students walked away before I could finish my presentation, but I had one of them off to the side. “So if you repent and put your trust in Jesus Christ, he will forgive…”
“How do you know that? How do you know that? How do you know that? How do you know that?”
Who was this guy?
“I am the Assistant Dean of Religious Studies here on campus,” he replied.
Shocked at the level of education these university students were getting for their thousand bucks a unit, I offered the Assistant Dean an opportunity to share his unique and interesting perspective with Ray behind the microphone so that he would have a public forum for his venting.
“I don’t need a public forum,” he sniffed. “I already have one.”
He walked away in a huff, surely satisfied that a vigorous debate was more than enhanced by his scholarly presence.
A thousand bucks a unit!
Read Ray Comfort’s version of how things went here!