For years I have written here, urging believers to go public with the gospel as per Mark 16:15. This article describes my personal experiences in doing so. Though dated, it is still relevant because human nature is still the same. It is written so you will see that God honours His word for any Christian who will go, and act upon Godís promises.
[This is Part 1 of a three-part article]
Those five years on the streets of Sydney, Australia, were the most rewarding of my life. I saw the hand of God, and I also saw the wiles of satan (I refuse to capitalise him). It all began in 1983.
I was working as a proof reader, and when there was a lull in the work-flow there was opportunity to read my Bible. It says faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. Well, that's what happened. While reading, God seemed to be saying again and again "Why are you sitting here when there are so many people out there who don't know Me?" Sydney's population then was well over three million.
So there was only one thing to do, and that was to leave the job. I had been living in a two bedroom flat (apartment), so I vacated that and rented a single room in Kirribilli, a suburb at the northern end of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I had little money in the bank. How I was going to manage financially in the future was not clear, but I knew the Lord would take care of that somehow, because I'd read it in Philippians 4:19.
TAKE THAT . . . AND THAT!
In the first week of this evangelistic venture I set up a collapsible table and put some tracts on it and any other Christian literature I could get. That was at Circular Quay on the city side of the Harbour Bridge. I didn't preach then, but just spoke to people as the opportunity arose. This went well until a man came along who took exception to a glossy church magazine on the table. He was huge, bearded, and very angry. He muttered something about that church, then promptly overturned the whole table! Everything went flying, so I rearranged and restored. Half an hour later he came back and did it again! It seemed he had a grudge against that church, they had banned him from the premises, for what reason I never knew.
Then, praise the Lord, came a wonderful opening. Through the superintendent of the church I was attending came an offer of work as a caretaker part-time. The best part was, the offer included a huge flat on the fourth floor of an old building in Castlereagh St, Sydney. The building was used as that denominationís administration centre for the whole of NSW.
They would pay a small salary, I would work from 9 am till around 11.30 doing odd jobs, then have the rest of the day to evangelise. I had to return at 5.30 pm to lock up the premises.
It was in the heart of the city, there was no rent to pay, and I got a free telephone as well! The flat had a long corridor with all the rooms leading off it. Lounge room, two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, toilet. To cap all that, the church had the flat painted before I moved in. I could only marvel at God's wonderful provision. Absolutely ideal. (To be continued in Part 2)