I’m finally home.
It’s been a long, hard, twelve days in California, working on substardard homes and visiting some of the surrounding cities.
The first day was all flying time, from Baltimore, MD, to Atlanta, GA, then the long flight out to California. It was my first flight, but I didn’t worry, and it was fine.
I’d go through every day and tell you about it, but I did that in the audio posts, which you can listen to here quickly and easily.
What I want to tell you about is some of my encounters with sharing the gospel with those in California. The first was Carlos.
Carlos was a man I saw on the way out of the waterpark we went to with World Changers. He was an old hispanic man, smoking, and leaning on a fence by one of the slides. We were on our way out, and I hadn’t given any tracts out yet, so I told one of our leaders that I was going to go and give Carlos a tract. The leader went with me, and she helped me by giving me support while I talked with Carlos.
I gave him the tract, and then asked him if I could ask him a few questions.
“Sure,” he said with a cigarette in his mouth.
I smiled, as well as the counselor.
“Would you consider yourself a good person?” I asked him.
“I guess so…yeah. I would say that.” He puffed a little smoke.
“Do you know the ten commandments?” I looked at his ragged clothes, and his less-than-normal amount of teeth.
“Yeah, I think I do.”
I named a few, and asked him if he had stolen, lied, or commited adultery.
“If God were to judge you by these ten commandments, would you be innocent or guilty?” My face was slightly grim, as I waited for his answer.
He dropped his cigarette. His eyes showed a glimmer of fear as he realized his sin, and where he was going.
We agreed, and told him we were guilty as well, and had all broken God’s law.
“So where do you think you’re going…heaven…or hell?”
It was the tough question. He answered hell. He had a few questions, and we answered many of them for him, and then I told him a story.
A man was going to court. He was fined $50,000, but he couldn’t pay, so he was going to prison for life.
But then, as the prisoner was being led away, a man walked from the back up the judge and told the judge he was paying the prisoner’s fine. The prisoner was free to go.
That’s what Christ did for us.
We left Carlos with that, and told him to look more into the Bible.
I did three others…one, I just passed out a tract to a guy who thanked me for the tract.
Then I met these two teens. One was short, one was really tall. The both had big mexican hats on, that looked really funny on them.
I did the same thing as I did with Carlos, but found out that these teens were good people because Christ had forgiven them.
The last person I tried to pass out a tract to turned me down cold. In fact, he seemed very annoyed and mad that I tried to give him something. So I gave it to his younger brother.
Notice that was the last person.
That’s one thing I regret on the trip. I wish the last person had been like Carlos or those two guys. But it wasn’t.
I need to remember that witnessing goes on. It’s not just for the mission trip.
I promised a few guys and girls on the team that I’d witness to someone with them, and even though I almost gave up after that last person, I’m ready to do it here.
It’s harder at home to witness. Way harder. I don’t know why, but it is.
In California, people will never see you again. In Maryland, they can track you back down.
But witnessing goes on.
Are you scared? So was I. I was so scared.
But people thanked me for sharing…they were glad I told them about eternal life, about their sin.
This trip was awesome…we touched so many lives, and made so many friends.
I can’t wait to do something like it again. Studying the Bible with our whole youth group was awesome…worshipping with them awesome.
We came back with the outlook on life as “We can change the world. Anywhere.”
As I said in an interview with the Clovis Independant, “This had really opened my eyes. I’ve started to think of ways back home I can help people in my own community, and there’s so many. It may not be fun all the time and sometimes I may not want to, but I could do a lot for people in my own community like cut their grass or repair a fence for free. It isn’t that hard to make a difference and it’s right across the street. We came all the way across the country to do this; we can do that.”
Eat. Sleep. Serve.
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