Battle Log

Friday, 31 January, 2020

Posted 1 February 2020, 6:38 AM by Glen Richards. Permalink

It was an unusual set of outreaches to the Eastgate and Northlands bus stops this week, because, sadly, I ended up talking to a lot of people under the influence of alcohol: either drunk or hungover.  And all this on a Thursday afternoon!

Some may think it’s a waste of time talking to someone who is drunk - will they remember what was talked about are they worth it?  They are just as worthy as me!  I had a compassion for them, and a realisation that they are just as spiritually dead as the rest of us in our sin (apart from Christ).  It is impossible for me to save drunk people - or anyone, but Christ can, through the preaching of the gospel.  So I persisted.

It started with a man in a bus shelter at Eastgate, drinking a can of beer.  It turns out Andy has spoken to him before, and he had some recollection of that.  I patiently tried to reason with him and explain the bad news of the law, and the good news of the gospel.  There were moments, where he tried to comprehend, but he said it was confusing.

Suddenly, a lady - also drunk, barged into the conversation.  She wanted to sit right between us, so I shuffled over so she could.  Her language was really foul, and she was being rude.  But I ignored it, and patiently tried to include her in the gospel conversation.  She lied to the first man about not having any cigarettes, because later she tried to sell him one for a can of beer.  And she condemned her father for being a drunk, oblivious to her hypocrisy.

I’m not sure if I made much progress with either of them.  But God loved us so much, that he died for us, even when we were His enemies.  May He have mercy on them too!

Latter, after they had both left, I cleaned up four empty beer cans from the bus shelter.

I moved over to the next bus shelter, and started a conversation with a young man, he was happy for me to talk, but his eyes glazed over a bit, which was discouraging - he wasn’t interested.  He said he had a hangover, and the conversation was a bit too heavy for him.

But another guy came into the shelter whom I recognised.  It turns out I had spoken to him outside the hospital about nine months ago.  He couldn’t tell me the way to heaven, but he was keen to hear it - but his bus was three minutes away!  I didn’t make it to the gospel, but he happily received a gospel tract.

At Northlands, I had one of the most intense conversations I’ve ever had.  It was with an ex-soldier, again drunk.  He challenged me on why he should believe in a God, and after a few minutes was about to walk off.  Thankfully I was able to keep him engaged enough so he stayed to talk.  This guy had seen some horrendous stuff in action and was wrestling with some deep hurts and sin.  He was suicidal, and I often I had to bring him back to the knowledge that there is real hope (in Christ) and not to kill himself.  I didn’t let this guy justify his sin - he swung from talking about some deep sins, but then saying he wasn’t bad enough for hell.  At the same time, I was doing my best to explain how even the worst of sins could be justly forgiven through the sacrifice of Jesus and faith in Him.  This guy took a contact card for my church, and a gospel tract.

Friday morning we were back outside the Hospital bringing the gospel to the issue of abortion.  The highligh for me was a conversation with an ex-muslim man.  He wanted to take a photo of us to post on social media - no problem with us.  We had a great conversation where I was able to explain the basis for abortion being murder and the hope of forgiveness through faith in Christ.

At lunch time we were in Cathedral Square where Marty and Andy both preached in the open air.  I had a good follow up conversation with a guy who had heckled my open air preaching a few months prior.

In the afternoon, we were at the corner of Cashel Mall and Colombo Street.  I got into a gospel conversation with a lady handing out flyers for Uber Eats.  She had listened to many of my gospel conversations on Wednesday, and had received a tract.  But now I was able to talk with her directly.

Unfortunately, that conversation was interrupted by a new atheist (one who believes religion has no benefit for society).  He was in attack mode and talking very fast, I could barely keep up!  Eventually I was able to get him to shake my hand and exchange names.  And by the end of the conversation, we were talking about our children with each other.  He eventually received a phone call and had to go.  I didn’t get to finish that conversation with the Uber Eats girl, but hopefully I will have another opportunity.

I found the evening outreach difficult, I was struggling with a fear of man.  But I persisted in my attempts to share the gospel with people.  I was able to challenge four men from Ethiopia, who claimed to be Christian, about what our hope for forgiveness was.