Yesterday morning I went into the city to street preach with two other women.
Every kind of opposition was thrown against us beforehand to try to stop us from going, including the fact that my five year old son came down with a severe case of croup on Monday night and was still sick yesterday. Praise God for mothers though, mine looked after Tom while I went into the city. I was reminded of CT Studd’s words: ” ‘Preach the Word’ is the rod the Devil fears and hates”….
But we got there. It was a completely different ballgame to open air preach during the daylight hours. At night time there are a lot of homeless people, youth hanging out, as well as people going home from work and others out for the night. During the day there were older people, there were high school students on excursions with their teachers, there were tourists and group outings. I felt conspicuous setting up the PA on the little raised area at the front of the station. During the day, there is nowhere to hide, no cover of darkness at all. You are very much out there.
It was my friend W’s first time out on the streets. She was a complete natural. After the three of us prayed together she immediately started going over to the people sitting on the steps and handing out tracts. I began to preach after a moment of panic wondering in my new PA was loud enough. It was, as long as I held the mike pressed against my chin.
After a while I thought that it is easier preaching during the day because nobody screamed at me to “Shut up” or anything worse. What a breeze. I saw people laughing and mocking of course but people were quite polite. That is until I went over to a nicely dressed couple after I had preached, to talk to them and saw that the opposition was in fact there, bubbling away just as fierce, but hidden under a well-dressed facade.
“Your literalism is wrong,” he sneered at me, “everything you say is wrong.”
We talked for a little while. it was one of the hardest conversations I’ve ever had. I can honestly say I have rarely spoken to anyone who has been so bitter and angry. And he used to be a pastor for 20 years. Scary. As we parted, he still spitting venom at me, Holy Spirit gave me the words to say to him: “And yet, Jesus, knowing that you were going to reject Him, still died for you…” He shook his head and walked away.
That was just one experience though. We had a good time. The Word went out and seeds were sown through the preaching, conversations and hundreds of tracts that were handed out. At one point as I was preaching, some high school students out on an excursion, gathered in front of me and listened, much to their teacher’s consternation.
I’d like to thank those who were praying for us. I thank God for the Body of Christ.
As we left the city and were driving home, W said to me, “I feel my whole life was building up to this point. I am a different person.”
The preaching of the Word not only changes others, it changes us.