Carol and I just went on a business trip to Hollywood, CA. What an experience. Carol loved the side trip we took to Thousand Oaks to visit Reagan's Presidential museum. Those few days were quite pleasant, but Hollywood was not at all impressive for me. I would rather put up with the mosquitoes in Florida than the people on Hollywood Boulevard. What a mess. Sodom comes to mind. When I left, I felt compelled to not look back for fear that God would turn me into a pillar of salt. For some reason, I didn't feel compelled to even give people tracts. It seemed wasteful. When leaving Hollywood, it wasn't so bad. People quite readily accept the Kristin tract. Someone recently asked how many have been printed so far in the seven years that we have been producing them. I actually stopped keeping a strict count of the numbers. I think around 300,000, but I'm sure the Lord knows the exact count.
I have had the pleasure and privilege of leading people to Christ for over 40 years and it never gets old. I remember a home I visited on a business matter. The gentleman was 72. I didn't ask his wife's age. When business concluded around 8:00 PM, I decided to witness to him. His wife was saved. She was very talky and kept interrupting. She was just extremely concerned for his soul. I quoted Revelation 3:20, knowing that is a fellowship verse, but i've often used it to witness effectively. He sat in his recliner and said nothing, but didn't object. He just sat there, not moving. I told him that Jesus was knocking and that uncomfortable feeling he was having was the conviction of the Holy Spirit of God. He just sat there. I quoted it again, and again. I must have quoted that scripture a half dozen times, asking him to give in. His wife interrupted again and I asked her to get me a cup of coffee. She left us alone. I quoted the verse again and he reached for my hand. I was sitting on the ottoman in front of him with my Bible, showing him the verse as I quoted it. He pulled me off the ottoman onto my knees as he joined me and just began to cry. He prayed a wonderful prayer without my help, asking God to save him through His Son's death, burial and resurrection. He asked that Jesus blood would cover his sins. He knew his stuff. After all, his wife mentioned that he had been going to church for over fifty years and the preachers had been witnessing to him also. This was his moment and I got to be there when it happened. After explaining how he should go forward in a profession of faith at his church, his wife bounded into the room dancing like a school girl praising the Lord and crying, "he never done that before. Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord" What a great time we had and I couldn't get in a word. He just opened up and kept me there. He wouldn't let me leave. It was after ten and he followed me down the driveway assuring me that he would call his preacher with the good news and he would follow up at church.
I'm glad I didn't assume he was saved. I'm glad God gave me the boldness to witness to this old fellow. I'm sure he's been in heaven for years now and has met Kristin.
There are no experiences that beat this. I'll give you some more stories equally as amazing. Remember that I am not a people person. I just believe that, even though I am nervous and shy about witnessing, God will do all of the work. I just show them scripture.