At the Redondo Beach Fair, I stopped a group of three boys about 11-12 years-old and gave them the gospel. After a pleasant exchange, they walked away unchanged. A booth proprieter named Dave heard my presentation and was livid. “How can you prosyletize children like that? You should get their parents permission before you prosyletize their kids! If their parents knew you were doing that, they would be offended!” I calmly agreed with him, “Yes, they probably would be offended.” “You know there is no Hell,” he continued, “that is some Midieval myth. I can’t believe there are 5.8 billion people in Hell, that’s ridiculous!” I listened attentively knowing that I would not get a word in edge-wise until he said his piece. Then I asked him if he had ever lied. Had he ever stolen anything? Before parting ways with a handshake, I warned him that he would be held accountable to God on the Day of Judgment, and if found guilty, he would spend the rest of eternity in Hell whether he believed in it or not.
-SS