(This week will feature open-air preaching stories…)

Logan is an on-fire evangelist from who sent this to me:

It’s Saturday night. I’m standing on an open-air stool on a mega church youth campus.
There are hundreds of kids from every bad neighborhood walking around and skateboarding. Bathrooms get tagged by graffiti. Gangs meet. More than likely illegal substances are bought and sold. The kids come, skate, destroy private property, drink free cola or eat hot dogs, and leave. No Gospel message from the church, no inviting the kids to Wednesday night Bible studies, and no sign-ins. Two security guards (one of whom is 60-years-old), watch the huge campus.

I start sharing my faith with four teenagers—punks are what I’d call them—tattoos and earrings galore! After taking them through three of the Ten Commandments, one moons me and runs away. I almost laugh, stunned at how ridiculous this was.

Christian, aren’t those the kind of experiences you want to take with you to Heaven?

Next time you’re preaching the Gospel, watch out for those who moon and run. They might be sheep gone astray, but I call them chickens.

(Steve’s note: Psalm 121:6 says “the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.”)