Tuesday Morning Notes 11.18.2008

After missing last week due to the Veteran's Day holiday and my children being home from school, I joined Boyd again for a morning of door-to-door sharing of the Gospel.  It was a cool day in the shady streets of downtown Brooksville.  The breeze was comfortable, but the sun was warm- too warm for my jacket- but the breeze made taking it off unthinkable.  

Our trek took us down several streets that bordered First Baptist Church of Brooksville and First Presbyterian Church of Brooksville as well as the Grace and Truth Bible Church.  FBC and FPC are old, historic churches in Brooksville.  I do not know a thing about the Grace and Truth Bible Church.  

We were able to speak with a few people who were willing to talk and did not have any idea about the Gospel.  One lady said, "I'm trying to work on it" in reference to salvation.  She listened to the Gospel for a short time, but decided she did not have enough time to spend considering her eternal destiny.  May God bring conviction to her soul before it is too late.  Another lady assured us she was saved, and told us she went to a local church "every Sunday and Wednesday night."  She even said that her baby daughter was just baptised.  She even acknowledged that the baptism was not something that can save a person.  However, she also claimed that she was working for her salvation.  

We approached one house with an open door.  Boyd tried to get the occupant's attention by saying, "hello" but no one answered.  So he knocked.  This young man- in his early twenties I am sure- came down the stairs and accepted a tract, but when Boyd asked him about his eternal situation, the young man said "I do not want to talk about it.  Thank you."  That was sad, but soon after we encountered an older gentleman, probably in his late forties or early fifties, who answered a similar question by saying, "I do not want to talk about it right now."  Boyd and I wondered when he would want to talk about it.  I fear, for this man's sake, that his words may be ringing in his ears when he faces the Lord one day.  On a day he cannot close the door when confronted with the reality of the Gospel.  Will the Lord ask him, "Would you like to talk about it now?"  I doubt the Lord will ask that; by that time it will be too late.

We did happen upon a couple of Christians, but overall, the reception was colder than the breeze.  For all the beauty of downtown Brooksville, the ugliness of hearts is clear.  The hardness is sad.  

1Therefore, while the promise of entering his rest still stands, let us fear lest any of you should seem to have failed to reach it. 2For good news came to us just as to them, but the message they heard did not benefit them, because they were not united by faith with those who listened. 3For we who have believed enter that rest, as he has said, "As I swore in my wrath,'They shall not enter my rest,'" although his works were finished from the foundation of the world. 4For he has somewhere spoken of the seventh day in this way: "And God rested on the seventh day from all his works." 5And again in this passage he said, "They shall not enter my rest."

 6Since therefore it remains for some to enter it, and those who formerly received the good news failed to enter because of disobedience, 7again he appoints a certain day, "Today," saying through David so long afterward, in the words already quoted, "Today, if you hear his voice,do not harden your hearts." (Hebrews 4.1-7 ESV)

1 comment:

Rand said...

Apostasy is an ugly thing...

The Lord bless you in your evangelism, brother.