“YOU ARE A FOOL!” he bellowed at me, “you can’t believe the Bible, man wrote it!” The man standing opposite me is shirtless with the devil tatooed on his left pec. He’s now been yelling for the last 2-5 min, which is a sign that he’s listening. “Yeah, isn’t it amazing that God would use people to help Him?” I smile back. “You don’t understand a thing!! God isn’t real and the Bible is just here to manip–MAN! ITS WEIRD YOU’RE HERE! Someone just stole all my money and…I was getting…ready to…” We just stood there for a moment. “What do you make of that, Bob?” I ask. More silence as he stares off to my right.
“God totally sent you,” he finally said much calmer now, a little forced. I can’t describe the kind of shock I experienced at this moment, but it was hard not to laugh out loud. After another moment, “Is it a sin to smoke weed?” We talked for another 20 minutes about what was and what wasn’t sin and why God hated sin and why sin is just my own freedom used wrongly. Bob had experienced God sending someone to his door in his little corner of the world at just the right time. “Man, we’ve been talking now for awhile you must be thirsty. I got some Pepsi” I agreed and soon we were talking almost cordially about what God is trying to do with us, and why He seems to care so much about how we live.
“Alright Bob, decision time. We’ve been talking for a while now. What do you want to do next?” I ask. Pause. “I gotta give my life to the Lord.” Again the shock, and I tried to stay calm. “Hmm, do know how to do that?” I continued. He shook his head and I explained that we all have evil ways we need to repent of, and that its kind of like asking a coach to join His team. “Our sins score points for the Devil’s team, so when we want to join the Lord we have to beg Him to let us switch sides and then if He lets us on, He begins teaching us His playbook.” Bob was in and knelt instinctively.
Bob begged God to take him onto His side and train him up. A month late he was jumped and fought back. He had to leave his apartment because he was no longer making money illegally and we soon discovered that Bob was one of the reasons the neighborhood we were living in was so violent. Namely when the violence took a nose dive, after he left to get a handle on his life. Bob would later forgive a number of people even one who stabbed him twice. Effectively saving the man’s life by not going back to his old ways. This is why I love mission work.