Jesus couldn’t possibly exist.
I was walking along the street when Maria stepped out from her gate to place something in her rubbish bin which was sitting on the strip awaiting collection. We had not met previously, but I knew who she was and her name. She and her husband had lost a daughter in a well-publicised multiple murder incident just under two years earlier. Read the rest of this entry »
One day a young married mother-to-be came to the door and she had one of the most tragic stories I have ever heard since doing this work. Upon introducing myself and explaining the purpose of the visit, a fierce anger came into her eyes and flashed across her face and she told me I was wasting my time in speaking with her.
Being a street minister for the gospel of Jesus Christ is not easy work. In four or five hours of any one day I would meet a variety of people and I never knew what to expect from any one them. Some were warm and welcoming to Christ’s gospel message, others were indifferent to it and still others were downright antagonistic towards the message.
