I was reminded of two young ministry students down south who stopped at a rickety old shack to “share the gospel.” There must have been a dozen kids running around apparently doing whatever they wanted. It was chaos. The house was falling apart.
A woman completely and totally disheveled answered the door. She looked totally exasperated. “Can I help you?” she asked obviously not meaning it because the last thing she needed was something else to do or someone else to take care of.
“M’am,” one young man nervously began, “I have some good news. Jesus died for your sins and if you receive him as your savior, you can live forever.”
She stared at them for a long
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