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Here's another:

A couple years back, my soul-winning partner and I were going door to door in a nearby city, when I knocked on a door answered by a man. He listened intently, and truly was fruit hanging on the vine. Just after I gave him assurance of his salvation, a women (later found out was his live in girlfriend) came around the corner.

I started to ask her where she'd spend eternity when she said, "Don't bother, I heard the whole thing from the other room and prayed when he prayed!!"

Skip up to a few months ago, going door to door in our church town, when I came upon a Catholic grandmother and her grandson doing some outside chores. I witnessed Christ to her, and as she prayed to get saved, her grandson followed along as well ( I didn't think he was even listening!).

I love it when God shows His plans above our own!


Very cool! :thumb Praise God!!! :clap:
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Here's another one:

When I go to visit someone who is n the hospital, I always stop by the chapel and put Gospel tracts in all the hymnals, the "big bible" there, and church brochures in the panels with the "self-help" groups.

One evening I went in to do just that, and I found a 20-something man reading from the "big bible". I said hello, and asked him if he had a loved one there. He told me it was his mom.

I asked him if he believed that the bible was God's perfect word, and he said yes.

I witnessed Christ to him and he was gloriously saved.

It was pretty close to an Acts 8 encounter for me!

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Last year, my mother was invited to speak at a convention in Boston and she didn't want to drive the six hours or so by herself, so she called me and asked if I drive her up there.

I asked my wife if she'd be okay for a couple of days, and she said she'd be fine.

I was looking forward to it, because I'm a big baseball fan and had never been to Fenway. My experience at Fenway Park another story in it's own right.

I didn't know anybody in Boston so my days were spent wandering around, looking at the sites, and waiting for my mother to call me to come and pick her up.

One day, I ended up in the park where they were holding a big environmental rally. I had never been to one and didn't know that there would be so many pagan groups (I mean, literally pagan) and, for some reason, a large Marxist contingent.

As the rally started to end, I started to leave and go across the river to Harvard, where I had found this great hamburger joint a couple of days before. Just then, something inside me said, "Have you ever seen so many lost people in one place in your life?"

I believe that it was the Holy Spirit spurring me on and so I did what I always do when God asks me to do something uncomfortable: I tried to get out of it.

I used every excuse I could think of: "I don't know what to say to these people" and "Hey, wait a minute God, I'm supposed to be on vacation here".

And so I left. But I didn't get far before I fell under such conviction for being disobedient that I turned around and jumped up on a concrete wall and said, "OK, God, you said 'Go' and I'm here. I'm trusting you to do the rest".

People were streaming out by the hundreds and I cleared my throat and said, "Excuse me, I see that you're all coming from the rally and I want to thank you for being so concerned about God's creation. I understand that you're all here because you want to see the planet saved and so do I. I know that you've all been here most of the day and are ready to go home, but there's one important message that you didn't get to hear today and if you'll just give me ten minutes of your time, I'd like to share it with you".

I think I had a crowd of about fifty or sixty people.

I started out by explaining that God had created the Earth to be perfect, but that it fell under a curse because of man's sin, and that's why we have natural disasters, global warming, pollution, etc.

A couple walked away, once they realized that this was going to be one of those religious things, and a couple more snickered at me, but because I was able to put it in a language they could understand (thank God for giving me the words), I had their attention.

I finished and thanked them and told them that I'd hang around a little bit if anybody wanted to talk to me. At the end, several people came up to me and asked me different questions about people who've never heard the Gospel, about how if God is real, why are there so many religions, etc.

Everybody left except for this little teenaged girl, about sixteen or seventeen. She was just as pretty and as sweet as she could be.

She walked up to me and she said, "I believe in, like, God and Jesus and stuff. But I'm afraid God hates me."

I asked her why she would say that and she told me that she was in a sexual relationship with another girl and that she knew in her conscience that what she was doing was wrong.

So I explained to her that God gave her a conscience so that she could know when she had broken His laws and that doing so was a sign of His love for her, not hatred.

I asked her what she thought of the Gospel presentation I had given a few minutes earlier and we talked about that and I basically gave her the Gospel all over.

I gave her my email and my wife's email (in case she felt more comfortable talking to another female), but I never heard from her.

I don't know what happened to her, but I'm sure God planted a seed that day and, funny thing, I've never been nervous about open air preaching since then.

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Here's another one:

I was off to a strip mall just prior to having to leave for church one Wednesday night, about four years ago. My wife reminded me how she had to be at her Sunday School teacher's meeting by 6:45.

After leaving the store, I was approached by what looked like a homeless man on a bicycle. He told me he hadn't eaten all day and if I could give him $10 for some supper. (We all know that many of the times guys will spend this money on their addiction, so you should always actually buy the food for them.)

After a brief conversation, I found out he was living at the city homeless shelter. I then told him that I would give him the ten dollars, but I had something much better for him.

I shared the Gospel with him and he listened very intently. More than once, I told him that no matter what his decision was, he was still going to get the money.

He did repent and ask Jesus to come into his heart and save him. Was it genuine? Only he and God know. I always try to look on the bright side.

BTW: My wife was a little upset that she had missed her meeting...until I told her why I was delayed!

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[quote="apilgrim01"]Nobody else has any soul-winning experiences to share?

Or, you could go out and make some! :cool[/quote]

I don't have any unique ones. Mine have all been rather similar and "ordinary". Most of those I have been involved with were helping Catholics to come to Christ. For the most part, once they saw how what Catholicism taught and what the Bible says are so different, they were eager to accept Christ and turn from the RCC.

I am however, enjoying reading the unique experiences of others!

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I have to say that I have had the privelege of seeing many Catholics come to Christ. I believe the RCC to be the largest cult on earth, and half our IFB churches are ex-Catholics!

When those scales fall from their eyes, via the truth of the Gospel, then the unholy mother takes another dagger to its black heart.

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This isn't my story. It's an experience one of the guys I post with on another forum had. I just wanted to share it because it's such a great story. It's long, but it's worth it.

Those of you who listen to Way of the Master will know him.

I went to my regular fishing pond, the Santa Clarita Superior Courthouse. My daughter works at the library. I drove her to work, which put me at the courthouse earlier than usual. I sat on a bench, pulled my prayer journal out of my backpack, and I began to pray. (In order to help me keep my focus on the One to whom I am praying, pray more intentionally and specifically, and pray longer, I write my prayers.)

Here is an excerpt from my prayer:

Lord, I do not know what this afternoon will bring. Lord, I confess that which You already know. I do not feel ready to serve. Lord, make me ready. Make me a vessel that You will use to bring Yourself honor and glory. Here am I, Lord. Please use me.

Father, You have already ordained from eternity past what You will do to, through, and for me. You have likewise ordained how I will serve You. Lord, please give me eyes to see and ears to hear. I want to serve You by sharing the Law and the Gospel with people, today.

Father, please prepare hearts and minds of the people with whom You would have me speak. Lord, show me who these people are. May it be obvious to me.

Lord, the show [The Way of the Master Radio show] has already begun. I pray it goes well. May every word spoken bring You glory, edify the Church, and humble lost souls. Father, I pray that it is Your will to save souls, today. Lord, may I please watch You work in this miraculous way.

Father, as You know, right now there is no one here. But it only takes one. Lord, bring the people. Please allow me to see who they are.....

Moments after I said "amen," discouragement set in. There was hardly anyone outside the courthouse. The few people that were outside (not counting the hot dog vendors who had already refused to be on the show--more than once) were scurrying from building to building, or from the courthouse to their cars in the parking lot. The few people I was able to ask to be on the show quickly refused the offer. The fish were scarce, and the ones that were there just weren't biting.

The time had come for my segment on the show. David (Hip-Hop) called me. Before he could even say hello, I said, "I've got nothing, brother. I think I may have fished this pond dry."

Hip-Hop put me on hold. I listened to the show while I waited for that familiar momentary burst of static, which always precedes Todd picking up the line and saying, "Lawman!" Todd and I will usually spend a few moments off-air preparing for the "street fishing" segment.

"Todd, I've got nothing. I've never seen it so dead, here. I'm sorry, Todd."

Todd, hearing the discouragement in my voice, quickly told me not to worry. He said he would fill the segment with something else and we would try again during the second hour of the show.

I was down. I called Mahria and told her I struck out. I asked her to pray for me. Of course, she said she would.

I prayed again. No journal, this time.

More rejections from passersby.

I almost called the station to tell Hip-Hop to let Todd know that I just didn't have it today (as if I have anything whatsoever that Jesus needs to accomplish his will and his work). How self-centered!

Then I noticed a young man walking slowly in my direction. He was wearing an "In-n-Out" sweatshirt. His hands were in his pockets and his head was down.

"Hi." I said. "I don't want to sell you anything."

The young man smiled.

"I'm with a radio station called 'The Way of the Master.' It's a live show, and during the show we do a couple of segments in which we interview people on the streets. We ask two basic questions to start the conversation. Would you consider yourself to be a good person? And what do you think happens to someone when they die?"

"I don't know." He said hesitantly. "I'm coming to court today to take care of a couple of warrants. I would feel like a hypocrite."

"Well, would you consider yourself to be a good person?"

"Not right now."

"What do you think happens to a person when they die?"

"They go to heaven, or they go to hell."

"On what basis does a person go to heaven?"

"By believing in Jesus."

"Do you think being a good person has anything to do with it?"

"No. There are Buddhists that are nice people, but that won't get them into heaven."

He looked at me and squinted, as if he was trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted from him. "Are you a Christian?" He asked.

"Yes I am. And the radio show is a Christian radio show."

"It is?"

"Oh, then I don't think I could do it. I would really feel like a hypocrite."

"Do you have a Christian background?"

"Yes. I've gone to church all my life."

"My name is Tony, by the way." I said as I extended my hand.

He shook my hand and said, "I'm Matthew." (Matthew is 18.)

"Matthew, are you sure you are a Christian?"

"I use to think so. But now," glancing at the front door of the courthouse, "I'm not sure."

"Why are you at the courthouse, today."

"To turn myself in. I have two warrants."

I reached into my back pocket and removed a bi-fold wallet--the one containing my badge. I showed it to Matthew. His eyes got as big as saucers.

"Matthew, I don't care why you are at court, today. What I care about is where you are going to spend eternity. Matthew, I believe in a God who is sovereign. I don't believe in coincidences. There is a reason why we are having this conversation. Please be on the show. It could be the most important conversation of your life. Look. I've been in this courthouse hundreds of times. I promise you won't be late for court."

"Okay. Could we sit down?"

"Sure." We made our way to a nearby bench.

"Where do you go to church?" I asked.

"Grace Community Church."

"Really?"

"Yeah. John MacArthur is the pastor."

"Yeah. I know. I went to The Master's Seminary."

"So, are you still living at home?"

"Yes."

"What does your mom think about you being in court, today?"

"She doesn't know."

"Your mom doesn't know that you were arrested and are appearing in court, today, for two warrants?"

"No."

It was at about that time that Todd came on the phone, and I briefed him about Matthew.

After the commercial break, I introduced Matthew to Ray and Todd, and I handed Matthew my cell phone. Click here to listen to Ray and Todd's conversation with Matthew.

Matthew sat, leaning forward, with one hand holding the phone and the other hand covering much of his face. It was obvious that Matthew's heart was heavy. From before I first approached Matthew, the young man was under either the weight of conviction, the fear of the consequences he believed he was facing, or a combination of the two.

Once the conversation was finished, I took the phone from Matthew. "Tony. Talk to Matthew." said Todd.

"I'm going to go into court with him."

"Okay. Good-bye."

"Matthew, if it's all right with you, I would like to come into court with you. Would that be okay?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's get you into court. I'm going to take my backpack and put it in my car."

"You're going to come back, right?"

"Yeah. I just don't want to lug this big thing into court. Don't worry. You go check into Division 3, and I will be in there in just a minute."

"Okay."

I ran to my car, stowed my backpack, and ran back to the court. I showed my badge to the security officers at the front door so I could bypass security. Division 3 was crowded with people waiting to have their day in court. Matthew was sitting alone on a bench, on the right side of the courtroom. I sat down next to him.

The judge entered the courtroom and took the bench.

I shared the courtroom analogy and the gospel with Matthew, which was particularly appropriate considering our surroundings. I explained to Matthew that a person is allowed to defend himself or herself in court.

"There's an old saying around courthouses. 'Any man who tries to defend himself in court has a fool for a client.' I loved it when I went to court and someone I arrested insisted on defending himself. I knew the case would end with a conviction, because the person defending himself didn't know how to conduct a trial, typically knew he was guilty, and was going to try to lie his way to a 'not guilty' verdict.' The guy didn't stand a chance, and the trial usually included some comic relief."

Just then, the judge called the first case. As providence would have it, the defendant was a man charged with drunk driving. He insisted on defending himself. The judge spent several minutes trying to explain to the man that the evidence against him was significant but he insisted upon serving as his own attorney. The judge gave the man a pre-trial hearing date, all-the-while shaking her head.

"Like I said, Matthew any man who tries to defend himself in court has a fool for a client. The same is true for any person who stands before Almighty God on the Day of Judgment and tries to argue his own case. He has a fool for a client. God will find him guilty. And God will sentence Him to eternity in hell for breaking His Law."

We sat together and listened to several cases. "I'm really nervous." said Matthew.

"Good." I said, putting my arm around his shoulder. The look on his face told me he wasn't expecting that answer.

Now, it was Matthew's turn to stand before the judge.

The judge explained to Matthew the charges against him. Matthew was quick to enter a guilty plea. Before accepting the plea, the judge tried to explain the consequences for such a plea. Seeing that I had been sitting with Matthew, the bailiff motioned to me to come to his desk.

"Are you this kid's friend or family member?" The bailiff asked.

"No. I'm a retired deputy sheriff and I now serve as a chaplain. I just met him a couple of hours ago. I'm just here to try to provide him with a little moral support."

"Oh. Well, he's in way over his head. Do you think you can help him understand what he's looking at?"

"Sure. Any idea what the D.A. is offering him if he takes a plea?"

"No. But I can find out."

"Okay."

"Why don't you take him out into the hallway and have a talk with him."

"Sure."

The judge called a recess. Matthew and I left the courtroom and sat on a bench, in the hallway. I explained to Matthew the D.A.'s offer. I also explained to him that if he plead guilty to the open charge, that would expose him to possible jail time stemming from a probation violation on another case.

Matthew said he understood the consequences for entering a guilty plea and was ready to face the judge, although he was hoping for leniency. I helped him fill out the paperwork indicating that he was waiving his right to have an attorney present, as he entered his plea.

Matthew was about halfway through the document when he sat the pen down on the bench. He looked at the paper for several moments.

"Are you having second thoughts?" I asked.

Matthew lifted his head, looked at me, and then stared at the exit of the courthouse. I knew what he was thinking. I have seen the look on the faces of many people when I worked patrol. It was the special look people got right before they tried to make a run for it. The look on Matthew's face brought back memories--some good, and some bad.

"You know," he began, "I could take off, right now. I can run right out that door."

"Yes, you could. But you won't"

"I don't know. It's very tempting. See." Matthew got off the bench and took a few steps toward the door. "See. It would be so easy."

"You're not going to run."

"Why not?"

"Because you know in your conscience that you will never be free. You may be out of jail, for a little while, but you won't be free. You will constantly look over your shoulder. You will flinch every time you hear a siren or see the red and blue lights of a patrol car.

"Sit Down." I think he recognized by my tone of voice that I wasn't asking.

Matthew sat down on the bench and continued filling out the paperwork.

"You know, Matthew, the same is true for you, spiritually. Your conscience is at work. You know the truth. You've heard it all of your life. And somewhere inside of you, you know that you will never be free of your sin until you repent and receive Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior."

"I know."

We finished the paperwork and re-entered the courtroom. As we took our seats, a young lady, not much older than Matthew, was being sentenced to more than 90 days in jail. Matthew looked at me several times with a very concerned look on his face.

I put my arm around him, patted him on the back, and said, "It's going to be okay. You're doing the right thing."

The judge called Matthew's case. He plead guilty to the open charge and did not contest the probation violation charge. The judge sentenced him to thirteen days of community service, a fine, and an extension of his probation. Matthew had his day in court. To his surprise, he was going home.

We left the courtroom and made our way to the clerk's office so Matthew could pick up his community service paperwork. As we waited for Matthew's name to be called, we continued our conversation about the state of his soul. I learned that there were two sins in particular that Matthew was not ready to give up--one criminal, both immoral.

"Matthew, you do understand, don't you, that you are willing to spend eternity in hell so you can indulge your flesh--so you can continue to wallow in the sin you love more than life itself."

"That is what I'm doing, isn't it?"

"Yep."

Matthew stared at me for a few moments, and then gave me a rather odd look. It was as if he was looking at me, and then suddenly saw someone else.

"What?"

"Are you for real?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you walked up to me. We talked. You put me on the phone, and I had that conversation. And then you spend three hours with me in court."

I chuckled and held out my arm so Matthew could touch it. "Yes, Matthew. I'm flesh and blood just like you. I'm a sinner just like you."

"You've been so nice to me. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Look. I may never see you again. I hope I do but I might not. I just care about you and I don't want you to spend eternity in hell. There's nothing I can do about that. All I can do is tell you the truth and hope that the Lord leads you to repentance and faith."

Once Matthew saw the court clerk, we left the courtroom and walked to my car. I gave Matthew my book and some other resources, along with my business card.

"If you have any questions, give me a call. I hope to see you in heaven someday."

"Thank you."

We shook hands. Matthew walked away with books, CD's, and his skateboard in hand. I got into my car and drove home. I thanked and praised God the entire drive home. And I prayed that God would draw Matthew to repentance and faith.

Before we parted company, Matthew promised to listen to the second hour of today's show with his mother. The plan was that after listening to the show with her, he would tell his mother everything about why he was in court and about the conversations he had. I hope he kept his word.

Please pray for Matthew. Pray that the Lord will save him.

It was a remarkable day of fishing--all for the glory of God.
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I had a really neat experience a few weeks ago when I was out visiting my bus route. I was heading towards a door and all of a sudden this lady opens her door (not at the house I was going to) and says come in please. My friend and I went in and she told me she wants her children to know about God. She must have recognized me from picking the kids up in the area on Sunday mornings. I asked her if she knew she was going to Heaven and she said no. I was able to share the Gospel with her and she trusted Christ to save her. Her oldest son who is 6 has been coming to church on the bus. I have never had such an open door like that before!

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I had a really neat experience a few weeks ago when I was out visiting my bus route. I was heading towards a door and all of a sudden this lady opens her door (not at the house I was going to) and says come in please. My friend and I went in and she told me she wants her children to know about God. She must have recognized me from picking the kids up in the area on Sunday mornings. I asked her if she knew she was going to Heaven and she said no. I was able to share the Gospel with her and she trusted Christ to save her. Her oldest son who is 6 has been coming to church on the bus. I have never had such an open door like that before!


Your testimony opened the door. Your witness opened the eternal door. Praise the Lord for divine appointments!
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Nobody has any soul-winning experiences to share?!

Okay, here's another one:

My partner and I were out going door to door in a nearby city when we came upon a 18-20 year old girl who was a JW. She said she was searching, and we shared the Gospel with her.

She had a cell phone with her, and it rang almost TEN times while we were speaking to her. I'm not kidding! But after the tenth time, she said SHE was going to turn it off (about time!). She then trusted Christ as her Savior!

Sometimes, you just have to excercise patience as the Holy Spirit does His work...

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I have another one. I was out soulwinning with a missionary who was visiting our church. We went to visit a family who rides my bus and found they weren't home. In the hall of the run down apartment building we were in we found a young girl probably 17 or 18 holding a baby in her arms and crying her heart out. The missionary began talking to the girl and all the while the girl had tears streaming down her face as she looked into her newborn's little face. She told us she was moving and had a hard decision. I got the feeling that it involved her child. The missionary herself that I was with could not have any children. We had been praying for years for her and her husband. She so sweetly and lovingly spoke to this heart broken girl and shared the Gospel with her telling her of Jesus' love. That young girl trusted Christ as her Saviour and afterwards the missionary just hugged her and held on to her with tears in her own eyes and told her she would be praying for her and the baby. I went back there myself a few days later and the apartment was empty and she was gone. I remember thinking how compassionate the missionary was and how hard it must have been for her as she longed for a child of her own yet she put herself aside and just loved this girl and helped and encouraged her and brought her to Jesus.

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Here's a good one I just remembered:

I was coming back to the church after Saturday morning soul-winning (we meet to talk and share testimonies of what God did that day), and it was pouring down rain. I looked out our church door and saw a police car parked in our lot.

I went outside and found the officer doing some paperwork in his cruiser. I talked to him a bit, and the Holy Spirit told me to witness to him. I stood there for 20 minutes or so in a downpour (he couldn't let me in the cruiser) and shared Christ with him. He bowed his head and accepted Jesus as his Savior!

When I went back in the building, my pastor and some others were waiting to see what had happened. I looked like a drowned rat...but with a big smile on my face!

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