He lay in an alley near the corner of Beale and Main Streets. His body and mind were ravaged with the disease of alcoholism, and he knew he was dying. His soul cried out for comfort and love, but there were none. People on the street eyed him with repulsion and disdain, as his clothes were ragged and filthy. He would put out his hand for help, but most people would ignore his deathlike face and cross the street to avoid him.
On this afternoon, he knew death was near, but something kept him holding on. He just couldn't die yet! There was something he needed to do, but his brain wasn't functioning enough to know what it was. So he lay there, in so much physical and emotional pain, he didn't even remember how to pray.
Then he saw her. A lady in a white coat approached him in the alley and handed him something, smiled and said “God loves you.” She went on through the alley handing out little white booklets with a red rose on them. He wanted to tell her she should not be there in the alley, because some people might try to rob her, but he couldn't speak.
He opened the booklet and stared at the printed words, and somehow he managed to make sense of the verse of John 3:16. His mind clearly remembered it from somewhere in his childhood, when his Grandma took him to church.
“For God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.”
With an instant clarity, he at once knew what to do. He rose, only to fall to his knees again. He began to crawl down the street toward the old Presbyterian Cathedral two blocks away. A man came to his aid and asked if he could be of assistance. He managed to croak out the word “church.” Suddenly two men raised him to his feet and walked him to the church.
At that point he stood on his on his own two feet and walked through the doors of the beautiful sanctuary and straight up to the massive gold cross.
He fell to his knees once again and cried out the plea,
“Jesus, forgive me!” With those words, he felt his spirit being lifted by the arms of an angel, and he drew his final breath.
The above story is a fictional account of what could very well be true. Many people on the streets are so disabled mentally and physically that they don't know about Jesus. Many of them don't even believe in God, because there lives have become so severely damaged. But the good people at Pocket Testament League take evangelism to the streets so these people have a chance to know Jesus. They offer free evangelism training to anyone interested in reaching anyone and everyone who needs the good news of Jesus Christ. What is evangelism? It is reaching out to others who are crying out for salvation, and even those who know there is something missing in their lives and don't know what that something is. Pocket Testament League passes out free devotionals as evangelism tools to help people like the person in my fictional story. Pocket Testament League saves souls, so they may enter the kingdom of Heaven.
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