I saw a camera crew on the beach and wanted to find out what was going on. I asked who they were with. “Playboy,” they replied, “and we’re asking if people ever cheated.” I gave the director, Adam, a million dollar bill gospel tract and asked him a few questions too… -SS
This is Beiddie, a cashier at the Museum of Natural History. I asked him about his name and he said that his “Parents had a thing for double vowels and consonants.” I asked him where he would go when he died. “I’ll have a drink. A martini in Heaven and a hot buttered rum in
At the base of the Hermosa Pier during my “Hour of Power,” I had the opportunity to talk to about fifteen kids ranging in age from 14 to 24. They wore generation “Y” rebellion gear including the full range of tattoos, piercings, weird hair, scraggly beards and wild eyes. The pier is a regular haunt of theirs and I assume that their parents don’t care, or are never around to offer some supervision.
I use an edgy approach when approaching groups like this, because I want to get their attention immediately before a new distraction competes with the gospel. After handing out my million dollar bill gospel tracts to break the ice, I asked one individual, “What would happen if you were sitting on your bike, fell over, cracked your head open, bled all over the cement, and when your friends came they slipped in your blood and were unable to help you, and then you died? Where would you go, Heaven or Hell?
My wife Karen is a great help-mate; I just don’t always realize it, you know, being a guy and all. I had to preach four sermons this past weekend on: What else? Evangelism. Karen suggested that I invite the congregation over to our house for P.I.E. (Pizza, Intercession, Evangelism) afterwards, then everyone would walk on down to the Redondo Beach Pier to hand out tracts and do some one-to-one witnessing. Being the kind, sensitive, Spirit-filled husband that I am… I said, “No.” She pleaded that I pray about it, then give her an answer. Being the kind, sensitive, Spirit-filled pastor that I am, and attuned to the very things of God, I sensed that it would be a good thing to pray. I prayed for a full thirty seconds. I sensed that it would be wonderful to invite a congregation of about 1500 people to my house for a pizza party…
mini-vangie: Animal and the Ranger
Stories are starting to emerge about a certain guy who can hand out stacks of gospel tracts in minutes flat. “He had a stack this big,” they say, “and he came back in fifteen minutes empty-handed!” “No,” another would say. “He had a stack this big…” Craig DeLisle is nick-named, “The Animal,” because of his aggressive style and expertise at passing out million dollar bills. But, he made an enemy yesterday at “The Fourth of July Celebration” at Wilson Park in Torrance, where our church had another not-so-covert evangelism booth.
An over-zealous Park Ranger was severely perturbed that Craig was handing these tracts out and “bothering” the picnickers. He pursued him relentlessly,
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