This week I was downtown in another city. As i approached a restaurant I heard two gentlemen witnessing to another man. They had him cornered and preaching away about his sins, How he must repent, and how Jesus is the only way. They switched to inviting him to church and when he didn’t respond they switched Hell fire and brimstone.
For most of my life I would have stood by and prayed that the man would get saved, but I did not. I found myself flooded with emotions. None of them were good! I felt bad for the man. The whole message seemed ridiculous! It seemed superstitious. I was so frustrated that these men were preying on people waiting to get into a restaurant. There was a wait to get in and they were within feet of the front door.
Their opening line was “Are you saved? Do you have Jesus in your heart?” All I could think was “Please, please don’t ask me! Don’t approach me!” My wife whispered, “Go tell them the truth.” I declined. She then wished they would approach her. I really, really did not want a confrontation.
It was a short period of time, but it was totally uncomfortable. I felt trapped in a sense too. I could not just proclaim the truth. Man, what a difference a few years makes! I would have been totally on board with the street team not long ago. Now I am directly opposed to there effort.