The high school kid in line at Rite Aide drugstore didn’t want the giant hundred dollar bill after he found out that it was a “religious” tract, so he tried to hand it back to me. “Sorry,” I said. “I can’t take it back.” He insisted. I refused. Looking around, he tried offering it to a neighbor of
Over the last several weeks I’ve featured lame, ridiculous Jesus-wear (Weak, Wimpy—and Wrong—Witness) that unintentionally mocks the cause and urgency of Biblical evangelism. But now I want to feature some clothing that will actually start a conversation: “The Smell of Death” T shirt. Dale and Anna Jackson are part of the creative team at Way
Just because someone says they are a Christian does not mean that they are a Christian; talk is cheap. Not many Christians know why they are Christians even if they are Christians. This poor guy didn’t really know what he believes, so I explained to him what he should believe. Then he sang a little
I don’t cry. I’m a man. Men don’t cry. One exception. Okay four. I cried—and cheered—four times. I’ve seen this movie four times. Rent it. Buy it. Lend it to an unsaved friend… I lent it to my Dad who is not a Christian; my wife thought he would turn it off half way through.
What should you do when you hand someone a Gospel tract, they read it, then hurriedly hand it back in disgust? Ray Comfort suggests that you go armless. Stick your hands in your pockets; twirl around like a whirling dervish; duck out; walk away. There is no obligation on your part to take back what