Many years ago as a young atheist man, I remember coming out of my university library where a young man was giving gospel tracts who handed me one. I took it and gave it a quick glance, and I threw it on his face and said with so much confidence - I will never be like you. (You may not know, I could be a nasty slob).
What I said I would never do? I do. Nowadays, I give out tracts in the heart of my city each weekend that I get a chance. I am inspired by this man who was a soul winner himself. I get so much joy laboring with young people from other Christian groups handing out gospel reading materials that speak about Christ and the forgiveness of sins.
Why do I do this? It has no benefits for me. I won't establish a congregation by doing this.
I do it because of stories like this...
You see while I and the others pass out tracts, There would usually be a young man from the team who would stand up on a milk box and preach. One day, after I finished handing out my tracts I went to stand around with some people to listen to the preaching. One lady with her dog decided to chat a bit with me as the preaching was about to end. We started talking to each other, and I detected she was using Christian terminology as she speaks.
I said "You sound like a Christian to me, are you a believer"?
"Yes, but you have to excuse me" as she pointed to her wobbling head. "My mind has been affected by methamphetamines". "I was addicted to drugs and one day in the height of my addiction I happened to walk by this street like where you guys are now". "One person handed me a tract, I took it and read it and read it. To cut the long story short yes, I believed and I became a Christian and I belong to a church", as she started to lead her dog out of my space. I accompanied her as she walked away, she said "God used that tract to change me".
Processing this in my head, I marveled at this story. She looked well, her demeanor had no trace of walking the streets. She dressed well, not lavish, simple yet decent. I would have had a hard time believing this if not me witnessing her wobbling head whenever she spoke.
This is the reason why I give out tracts. I am expecting that God will use the words in those tracts as seeds to be sowed into good soil, hearts.
