Some people care about their eternal fate. Others don't. Brittney didn't care. She didn't want to think about it. She accepted the gospel tract, but immediately stuffed it into her purse. That's like driving toward a cliff enjoying the music on the xm radio and pretending that the impending tragedy won't really happen. No matter how good the music and ride may seem at the time, it's going to come to a crashing halt.
Then there was the lady who broke down in tears. She cared. She was hurting. I asked her if I could pray with her. She nodded in agreement. I prayed with her and her husband. I prayed through the gospel and I prayed for her heavy heart. They thanked me afterward and went on in to the courthouse, wiping away the tears. My heart went out to them. I prayed another silent prayer for them, that God would do a miraculous work in their lives and save them by the power of His word spoken in prayer on laid out clearly on the tracts I had given them.
Then there was a the crowd of men standing around doing nothing but waiting for their docket. They accepted the tracts and listened patiently to the gospel. Some thanked me afterward. Some didn't and just walked off. Only God knows the results. Only God needs to know. It's all about Him. It's all about telling people about His glorious son.
Some care. Some don't. What about you?
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