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Not Good Enough

Apr 19, 2013Steve Sanchez3 CommentsE-vangie Tales

Dayshawn considered himself to be a good person at El Camino College, where we are sharing our faith every Thursday. Sadly, he wasn’t good enough to get to Heaven; but he now knows that if he repents and trusts in Jesus, he can be saved. We gave him a stuffed animal for consolation.

Discount Evangelism

Apr 12, 2013Steve Sanchez5 CommentsE-vangie Tales

This was a different type of witnessing encounter: I was at Souplantation with my friend Mark Jacobs, and used a Smartphone coupon which gave us a really huge discount. After paying, I asked the couple behind us if they had a coupon. They didn’t. I told them they could use my coupon. The cashier frowned

My New Starbucks Commitment

Mar 26, 2013Steve Sanchez16 CommentsE-vangie Tales, Gay community, Salt

Starbucks founder Howard Schultz made this comment recently to a shareholder: “You can sell your shares of Starbucks and buy shares in another company. Thank you very much.” Why would ole Howard make this comment? Because the shareholder doesn’t share the same liberal values as Mr. Schultz. According to the Washington Post: …the shareholder in

Blast from the Past: The Man Named Lena

Feb 5, 2012Steve Sanchez7 CommentsE-vangie Tales

Here’s an excerpt from a post a few years back about the education my daughters get when I take them to our local community college. And what a learning experience it is! Sometimes they get an eyeful…. Recently, in the span of one hour, my girls watched me talk to a woman dressed like a

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.