Bo​az Baptist Chronicles

After my daughter, Joy, and I were done soulwinning for the day.  I was headed to visit a family who only visited our home church one time thus far, but whose home has always been open thus far to say “Hi.” 

I took the long way around to visit this family when all of a sudden I spied a young man walking down Merchant Street.  I asked Joy to pull out one of my “Butterfly” tracts as I slowed our van down to hand it off.  He seemed like he was willing to talk, so I stumbled verbally to get a witness in.  He told me that his father had recently died and that he was from Brooklyn, New York.  Well, anyone that knows me knows that that’s all someone has to say to get me to start talking.

To make a long story short, after I witnessed to him for at least twenty minutes, it began to rain.  I invited him to come into the back of the van, where I continued the conversation.  I made sure that he understood that his sins were the reason he was headed to Hell and that he needed a Saviour.  After about fourty-five minutes of presenting the Gospel to this twenty-six year old Catholic man, who seemed to believe everything I was saying to him from the scripture, he wanted to get saved.  When confronted with a decision for salvation, he asked me “how do I do it?” and then concluded, “do I pray out loud or silently?”  I explained that God fills Heaven and Earth, quoting what David said in Psalms 139:8, “[I]f I make my bed in Hell, behold, thou art there.”  Well, after I gave him the information, he got on his knees turned around and prayed for a few minutes on the van’s first back seat.    When he was done, he made what the Roman Catholics refer to as “the sign of the cross,” which meant to me that he was sincere when he prayed to be saved. 

Welcoming a future contact, I gave him a few tracts and a Gospel of John/Romans which accompanied some verses on assurance, dropping him off a few blocks away.

Please, pray for Daniel who got saved from his sins on May, 8th, 2013 in the back of our van.

Pastor Bob