When I was a PREACHER STUDENT, I went on an EVANGELISTIC DOOR-KNOCKING CAMPAIGN in Wes Texas trying to set up BIBLE STUDIES and INVITING people to a REVIVAL MEETING being held at a local CHURCH. At one door I knocked on, a man answered with a CAN of BEER in his HAND. He had his SHIRT off and his BEER BELLY was hanging over his SHORT, RAGGED CUT-OFF JEANS.
He said in a FRIENDLY but slightly INEBRIATED voice, “Can I HELP YOU?” I made an IMMEDIATE JUDGMENT of the guy. And I know this is wrong, but I looked at the HOUSE NUMBER above his door and asked, “Oh, is this 918? I was looking for 920.”
And I went on my MERRY WAY to the next house thinking, “The GOSPEL sure isn’t for THAT guy!”
I pictured him coming to CHURCH with NO SHIRT, his CUT-OFF JEANS, and a CAN of BEER in his hand saying, “Okay, where do I sit!” “You want a BEER, preacher!”
THAT DAY SATAN MADE ME FORGET THAT THE GOSPEL IS FOR HIM JUST AS MUCH AS IT IS FOR ME!!!!