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Being a shy teenager, I was a
bit embarrassed but went along with the others in our church to hold a street
meeting. My mother must have coerced me
into attending. She said the experience
would be good for me and would help me later in life.
I think it must have helped
me, because I am no longer afraid to speak out.
The church owned an old fold
up organ that one of the men carried to our site, and in order to play it, you
pumped it with your feet. The rest of us
had song books and we set up on the corner a couple blocks away from our
church.
We began to sing, The Old
Rugged Cross, and other old hymns. Several
of the group gave testimonies how Jesus had “saved them,” and then our Youth
leader invited the small crowd to come to our church for special services that
would be held that evening.
There was one man who
followed us back to church, and from what I could tell he was a bit tipsy.
When we arrived at the
church, our Pastor took the man aside and talked with him and invited him to
receive Jesus.
Suddenly the drunken
stupor left him and he was as sober as any of us. Apparently he had been raised in a Christian
home but was far from the Lord. He made
a new commitment that evening and was rejoicing.
Except for that one time, I
don’t remember anyone following us back to the church, but when you fish and
catch one, that is good as a net full.
That evening at church we must have
sang that old hymn, “Bringing in the sheaves, I shall come rejoicing, bringing
in the sheaves.
Matthew 4:19 And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will
make you fishers of men.
1 comment:
Well said, Hazel. One is as good as a net full. Each heart is important to our Father. It isn't about head counts, but hearts... Glad your mom coerced you into it!
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