“It’s gonna take a lot more than God to change the kids at this school.” —A dean at an inner city High School, responding to the fact that we are out evangelizing to the kids every Tuesday afternoon. (Read the article about this campus here.) “We’re doomed!” —Two young women crossing the boulevard at the 3rd
“Tchi, tchi, tchi… tchi, tchi, tchi… tchi, tchi, tchi.” —The disapproving objection (sounds like “Shh, shh, shh…”) a Muslim woman made as she shook her finger at me. I told her that belief in Jesus was the only way to get to Heaven. “You’ve got a point!” —The conclusion of the Morman missionary who unwittingly
“You just ruined my whole day. I’m just going to go home and go to sleep.” —-Nicole, an El Camino College student, responding to my questions about where she would go if she died today—and then finding out the answer.
“Go to H—!” —A student wishing us well as we handed out Gospel tracts in front of rich and Caucasian Mira Costa High School in Manhattan Beach. “I know where you are going with that. Don’t! Don’t [do that] with me!” —The Security guard in front of Gymboree, warning me through steely Clint Eastwood eyes,
“What if I sell stuff that someone else has stolen—and I don’t know about it?” —A Los Cerritos College student’s answer to the question: “Have you ever stolen anything?” as I attempted to share the Gospel with him.