I don’t know how I almost completely forgot one of my favorite stories from downtown last night.
Darren has an assortment of tracts in his bag, and I’ve been giving him a hard time about how many “scary” ones he has in there. Well, there’s mainly two scary designs…one with a bloody crucifix on the front. And the other is also red and just says “Aids and the Blood” in big letters.
But one of the guys, being more bold than me, decides he’s going to hand those out. One of the guys he gave one to, this Asian guy in his 30s or so, takes one look at it and says “I can’t take this” And the bold guy said “its the power of Jesus to transform lives!” And the Asian man replies, “but you don’t understand sir, we’re downtown to *pick up women*, we don’t want to think about Aids right now”. But at this point it may have already been too late to not think about the consequences of the choice he was about to make, you could see it on his face, God’s heart was piercing him with a conviction.
I also tried out an amusing titled new tract that I got, “God’s last name is not DAMN” which seemed to be a great one for some of the downtown crowd types. In fact, one of the first people I gave one of those tracts to starts talking to her friends as she looks at the cover of the tract and walks away “oh my gosh, (my friend) Ed totally needs this!”.