I loved this article, sent to me about an evangelistic Grampa, written by Steve Watters…

It wasn’t always easy being around Grandpa.

Although he had a good sense of humor and told entertaining stories, you always knew what was coming — something about Jesus.

He had a habit of interrupting a perfectly good football game on Sunday by asking “What are they saying about Jesus on television today?”

Often my brothers and I were reluctant to invite friends to join us for Sunday dinner because we knew Grandpa would find a way to corner them and ask if they knew where they were going when they died — if they were “holding on to those nail-scarred hands.”

Grocery stores were even worse. Before the checkout clerk could ask “paper or plastic?” Grandpa found a way to enquire about the condition of her immortal soul. My uncle once confided that he hid behind a display of Legg’s hose while Grandpa sprang his question.

And there were other things — witnessing in the county jail, handing out tracts in the mall, walking down Main Street with a cross on his back. My dad was a pastor and both of his parents were ordained ministers and so I understood why they often acted the way they did. Yet my mom’s dad didn’t even have a church title and still he went around acting more like a preacher than anyone I knew.

The one thing that baffled me most was what he did on the telephone.  To read the rest, click here.