Door to Door & Sonic
Bobby and I went out in our neighborhood Friday evening. It seemed different than the last few times I had gone door to door in North Kansas City. I had been praying about which houses to go to and the two places where we ended up going were the two places which allowed us to share the gospel with them! The first place I had thought I was to talk to a guy that’s forever grilling on his front porch instead a young lady that was there listened and seemed interested in hearing. It seemed like there were thoughts going on as we explained the gospel, and we invited them to our home just a block away or so next Sunday evening. Then we took a left went down the next block and there were some apartment buildings one with a couple of guys and some hispanic ladies sitting out on the front porch. There was a guy named Jerry and one named Randy and they both seemed interested in hearing. Randy told me about his three month old daughter at that point, Ashly, who they don’t know if she’s going to make it because she’s got something wrong with her heart. I told him we would pray and I ask any of you who read this to stop, take a moment and lift Randy and his daughter up to the Lord.
As if the day weren’t over, Bobby and I drove down to Sonic on the Avenue, and we got out of the car reflecting on the events of the night. We were going to order, and sit out at the tables provided there. All of a sudden a lady came over and barged in front of us and pushed the button. I could go into the details of the conversation however, I won’t, suffice it to say, this is what came out of her mouth. “I’m a crack whore, trying to do the right thing tonight and eat.” We tried to share the gospel with her, her name is Shanna. She told us that she is from Overland Park, that her families owns a large business in Overland Park, and that she’s the disgrace to her families name. We told her about Jesus and the Gospel and she didn’t seem to listen, again seemingly seared by the unconscionable sins that she’s put herself through on the streets.
I asked if we could take her picture and she said yes, and then she asked me if I thought she was going to die tonight. I said, “I don’t know.” You could see in the backdrop of her eyes when she wasn’t squinting, that this isn’t where she’s from or what she used to do but her life is captured and captivated by sin, and again it must be God alone who saves. I urged her to the cross and told her that Jesus came to set, we, the captives free. We told her to trust Jesus, but there seemed a solid seared heart unreachable by the means of men, we pray for Shanna that God would have mercy, redeem and save her as only He can!
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