Last night Dawn and I made visits with Alêxandre. We sat in on a Bible study and felt that the Lord had really blessed the evening with good contacts and insights from the Word.
As we were about to leave the neighborhood we stood outside the van chatting and saying our goodbyes when all of a sudden a totally stoned, slobbering drunk burst into the middle of our small group. He approached me and began to spit out his driveling commentary on life. And when I say that he approached me I mean really approached me. He put his one hand on my shoulder and his other on my stomach. Several times during the conversation he tried to kiss my hand. His warm whisky pickled breath caressed my nostrils and I almost vomited in his crusty beard!
A quick glance toward his pockets quelled my fear that he might be armed in some way. Our peculiar embrace must have been amusing because out of the corner of my eye I noticed several people (including children) snickering as they passed.
For the next half hour I was a captive audience. In between his slurred sad story I pierced his dark world with the hope that only Christ can offer. Christ in one word expelled a legion from the Gadara man. I would ask for your prayers for me today as I return to talk to this pathetic individual. He has no, zero, none, nada hope without Christ. I am praying that his salvation will take place this evening.
I told Dawn as we left the Habiteto last night that this guy getting saved would be a canon shot that would echo through the darkened streets of the neighborhood. Will You pray with me today?
As we were about to leave the neighborhood we stood outside the van chatting and saying our goodbyes when all of a sudden a totally stoned, slobbering drunk burst into the middle of our small group. He approached me and began to spit out his driveling commentary on life. And when I say that he approached me I mean really approached me. He put his one hand on my shoulder and his other on my stomach. Several times during the conversation he tried to kiss my hand. His warm whisky pickled breath caressed my nostrils and I almost vomited in his crusty beard!
A quick glance toward his pockets quelled my fear that he might be armed in some way. Our peculiar embrace must have been amusing because out of the corner of my eye I noticed several people (including children) snickering as they passed.
For the next half hour I was a captive audience. In between his slurred sad story I pierced his dark world with the hope that only Christ can offer. Christ in one word expelled a legion from the Gadara man. I would ask for your prayers for me today as I return to talk to this pathetic individual. He has no, zero, none, nada hope without Christ. I am praying that his salvation will take place this evening.
I told Dawn as we left the Habiteto last night that this guy getting saved would be a canon shot that would echo through the darkened streets of the neighborhood. Will You pray with me today?
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