Street Meetings

Pump Organ courtesy Google Search

 

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.

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