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TITLE: There is Something About Evangelism.
By Samuel Connelly
12/20/05
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I really do not know that I would call this a short story, more of a reflection,so I am not sure where this fits. Maybe you can help me figure that out.
There is something about being on the street sharing the Gospel that is magical. Sure, I know that the word ‘magical’ is the wrong word to use here, but I want you to understand, to taste for an instant the majestically surreal ness of the moment. It is by far the most exhilarating and bigger-than-life feeling you can ever have. It is, no doubt, epic. People all around you, many unsaved on their way to hell, and you standing in the middle of it all like a Coast Guard approaching a wrecked cruise ship from a helicopter high in the sky. You look down upon the massive wreckage, smoke rising high into the sky; you can smell the fumes every time you breathe in.
Closer and closer you come as the helicopter gets near enough to drop you off. Now, as you break through the sky like a massive eagle bursting through the clouds with the rays of the sun on his wings, you see the people. Everywhere you look they are swimming, bobbing up and down like a school of fish caught in shallow water gasping for air. You move closer, to the edge of the helicopter, feet hanging over the side. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, hold on tight to your life preserver… and jump.
The feeling of weightlessness, although you know it only last for about seven seconds, feels like days.
Then the impact; hitting the water at 30 miles an hour you quickly fight to swim up, as your body weight has pushed you deep into the black ocean. You reach the surface with as much force as when you hit, you break through the water’s surface with violence, and you can breathe again.
Rubbing your eyes you hurriedly gulp in a few deep breaths. As your focus is regained, your eyes are fixed on the massive island of twisted burning metal lighting up the sky and sending smoke up into the air that is so black and thick that you soon forget that there is a sun on the other side shining bright. The water drains from your ears and you hear them… screams, coming from all around you. Look to your left, there are fifty people clawing at the water as if trying to find something solid to save them. At your right you see seventy more. You are in the middle of what seems like a million souls, all crying, and all scared, losing their lives. You realize that many have already sunk under the waters to a deep and lonely death.
You quickly reach back to your backpack and pull a cord on the side. With a puff of air, and a whistle, a massive life raft expands and fills with air. You crawl inside. After a quick look over the scene you are overcome with a sense of horror and responsibility. There are too many for you to save, by your self, but you can still save many. As you reach out your hand and grab the first soul, pulling them with all your strength into the safety of the life boat. you look into the blackness of the burnt sky above you and see other coast guards jumping from the choppers. All bent on the same mission. You are a soul winner.

This is what soul winning is to me. This is what it is like every time I walk out of my door. This is the reality of what is going on spiritually when you walk out your door every day. God bless the harvesters. God save the lost. For the Glory of Jesus Christ, and the by the power of the cross.
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