First of all, it was such a blessing to walk the streets again with our faithful brother
in Christ, Farhad. Love you brother.
Second of all, it is an honor and a privilege to have the opportunity to spread the gospel
so freely and openly in this great state and country. This I believe will not always be the
case, and we need to take every opportunity we can to witness to the lost.
That being said, Friday night was awesome. I haven't been able to go out with the freaks
for two months so I was excited to get out there again. Eric, Farhad and I had many
encounters and people were generally in good moods. One encounter stood out for me.
We were heading back to the parking garage to meet up with the other freaks and I saw
a little lady dressed in a nurses uniform. So I approached her and handed her a gospel tract.
Then I asked her some questions about her faith background and she said she had none. She
was from Ethiopia and was going to work at Fairview Hospital downtown. She said she went
to Catholic school for a few short years in her youth, but didn't know anything about Jesus or
the bible. We kept walking and asked if she had a bible. She said no, so I asked which
direction she was going. Turns out we were walking to the same spot. I had given out all
my bibles so I said, I'll get you a bible. It's just up here a few blocks. We walked and talked
and I saw Mike witnessing to someone at our meeting spot with his backpack open. As this
lady and I walked past, I went over to Mike, grabbed a bible out of his bag, and gave it to
her. She was a bit confused and amazed at the same time. She took the bible with
gratitude and as we kept walking I thanked her for talking and asked her name.
She said it was Freed. Her accent was fairly thick, so I asked again for clarity. Once again
she said Freed. F-R-E-E-D. So as she walked away I said, have a nice night and I hope
that you are freed from your sin.
We are all bound by our sin, and I praise God that He freed me of my sins. Jesus paid
it all and I give Him all glory, honor and praise for anything that comes from my wretched
little life.
Scott
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