January 14, 2009. Day Fourteen. Wednesday. I drove the van as usual for Wednesday evangelism. I had three high school teen girls with me: Alanna, Griselda, and Clarissa. We went to some apartments in the city of San Pablo. The first apartment, #4, was on the upstairs left of building 2300. I rang the doorbell. A woman asked who was there. I introduced myself and told why I was there: "I'm Kent Brandenburg, pastor of Bethel Baptist Church, and we're introducing our church, letting people know who we are and what we believe." She asked us to wait. We waited. She came to the door, a young, black woman, about mid twenties. She had a four year old daughter. She had just moved up from Oakland. She wasn't attending any church.
I segued to the gospel with a means that I often use. She wanted to listen. She was eager. I explained the gospel to her. We spent about an hour and fifteen minutes preaching. She received Christ. I showed her some verses that would give her assurance. She gave us her phone number. I asked if she would like a Bible study. Yes. I explained about baptism. I went through some other verses with her. Pray for Jenisha.