What a whirlwind, what a hope. It seems after two decades, life is being rebirth into street evangelism.
Oh, it never died. Street pastors have been working tirelessly, and food banks and lay people have continued to provide food to the homeless.
But in my life and that of those around me, far fewer have been out on the streets in recent years. So when the opportunity came to me, I heard the still small voice and followed it.
I changed my plans for the day, joined three brothers in the Lord, and went to Oxford High Street. Oxford: centre of academia. Oxford: where history meets contemporary lifestyle. Oxford: where for a few hours, residents met an opportunity as GOD knocked on the door of their hearts.
Many responded: some with anger, some with mocking, some with hope. We talked to the hopeful, dialogued with the cynical, prayed for the people who passed by.
There were two souls saved, one who learned the name of Jesus for the first time ever. One couple who accepted prayer and perhaps went away considering a lifestyle change.
There was hope in our hearts and we four shared a meal together before disbanding.
There is hope in my heart that there will be much more of this.
For this I live and move and have my being.
When was the last time you felt alive in your life in Christ? It should be every day. May it be so, for me and for you. In the precious name of Jesus, Amen.