We gave out tracts and tried to talk but not a lot of people wanted to, even though there were a lot of them. I saw 4 men in uniform so I stopped them with a card trick and asked them what they thought it took to get to heaven. They all said works but one kid said Jesus. I took them through the law and they were all humbled. The one kid was a Christian and knew where I was going. I explained Jesus and the cross. They were polite and said it made sense. Seeds planted. The Christian kid and the Chinese kid thanked me for the talk and shook my hand. The good thing about sharing the gospel, even if the people reject it, is that before the night they were not thinking about their souls and where they would spend eternity but after we talk to them, they have to ponder it. God is so good in providentially directing us to the people that He wants us to talk to.
Next I finally found a man that could not speak English but only Spanish. I totally botched my Spanish and drew complete blanks. I followed him down the street for blocks as I fumbled through the gospel. He was Catholic and was arguing but I couldn't understand him which drove me crazy and was so frustrating. This makes me want to study Spanish twice as hard as before.
At the end of the night, Killillay talked with a kid forever on a park bench. The kid had many questions and Killillay spent an hour answering them. You can read about it at his blog.
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