Sunday, April 19, 2009

To Be Continued at a Later Date

The main problem for this blog is one more thing to write. I fully plan to write again. Have I kept my goal? No. The streak stopped on a trip to Utah when we took students there for an academic meet during which we spent two days involved at the school in competition. Thanks for keeping up and I'll let you know when I'm ready to start up again. I intended when I started to put more detail into the evangelism opportunities that I had, but I also found that it was difficult to spend the time doing so and meeting my other obligations. Meanwhile, however, let's open our mouths boldly as we ought to speak.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Jack in the Box

March 22, 2009. Day Eighty-one. Sunday. I talked to a lady at Jack-in-the-Box and gave her tract.

Cross Court

March 21, 2009. Day Eighty. Saturday. I gave a tract to a neighbor in the court across from ours.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

My Dentist

March 20, 2009. Day Seventy-nine. Friday. I had a dentist appointment. I talked to both the lady that cleaned my teeth and then the dentist about the Lord. The lady was Filipino, but she lived in Guam until 1997 and her children went to school at Harvest Baptist school. She was still Catholic but was interested in the Bible. I left her a tract and brochure. The dentist grew up in Hong Kong. He's Chinese. He doesn't know English real well. He said he was Buddhist because of his parents, but he's not that into Buddhism. He had read a little of the Bible because of a friend. I told him what was different about the Bible and Jesus versus Buddhism. I left him a tract and brochure.

Grocery Parking

March 19, 2009. Day Seventy-eight. Thursday. I was in the parking lot of the grocery store with my son and I got into a conversation with the man parked right next to me. We talked about his eternity and I left him with a tract.


March 18, 2009. Day Seventy-six. Wednesday. I drove the van for evangelism. We went to a neighborhood in El Sobrante. I had Alanna and my daughter Julia with me. We talked to a man from Iran who was in the Baha'i religion. He didn't say much about what he believed, but as he worked on his car battery, he told us a fascinating story of how he was a prisoner in Iran for two years and then escaped across the desert with other Bahai on camels. The Bahai have a feast every 19 days at his home. I asked him what the significance of 19 was, but he didn't have an answer for that---it's just important.

We also talked to a Buddhist man and another Buddhist woman.

Post Office

March 17, 2009. Day Seventy-six. Tuesday. I was delivering some things at the post office and gave a tract to a man in the parking lot.