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Ben invited me in for a chat when I introduced myself to him at his door. He said he was in his late seventies, an ex-digger who fought in New Guinea during the second world war, but now he was, “sick, divorced twice and happy with my lot.” He was a lovely old bloke but I did not believe that he really was happy with his lot. I had met numerous returned servicemen from wars and I knew many of them to be suffering in silence. He asked me why I was, “doing this kind of work” and my reply was, “so you don’t have to die alone and go into a Christ-less eternity.” Read the rest of this entry »
My church received a phone call one afternoon from a lady, wanting to know if there was someone who would sit and talk with her brother, who was a drug addict. She said he was living with herself and her husband but the situation was becoming increasingly problematic for them all. Apparently he was on a rehabilitation program but not having much success. 
Some church denominations combined for the purpose of promoting television messages which asked questions about death. They were thirty second spots asking something like, “What happens after death?” and, “Where do we go when we die?” As a result of that promotion, many people rang a church in their local area seeking further information or discussion. 
The old lady told me her name was Mrs Ashby. She stood in her doorway one mid-morning wearing a dirty old nightgown, looking as though she was carrying all the troubles of the world upon her shoulders. I asked her what the matter was and she said it had to do with lumps in her breast which the medical specialist, “was looking at” and that soon she might have to go into hospital for an operation. 
I walked around the back of the house and I saw the man sitting on some out-house doorsteps stirring a tin of paint with an electric drill. As he looked up at me I said to him, “You need Jesus Christ.” He quickly responded by saying, “I’ve been looking for Him.” 
During His ministry on earth, Jesus Christ asked His disciples as to who the people thought He was. Now, it wasn’t that He didn’t know what the people were thinking or saying about Him, but He used this to challenge the disciples with His next question, “Who do you say I am?” To all who have heard the gospel of Christ, the same question applies today. 
From the street, the home and property looked interesting. The garden was slightly over grown, the weather-board house looked to be in need of painting and maintenance in comparison to the one attached to it and I could see numerous bird cages in the closed-in veranda. The front door was open so I opened the gate, walked up the path and knocked. 
