We've been going downtown on Friday nights to preach the gospel of the kingdom, there is usually a good mix of people from homeless to wealthy people and the response to our message is mixed as well.
It's always interesting to experience the reaction of people as we tell them "Jesus is King, and the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand".
Most are usually shocked and somewhat offended that we dare interrupt their night out (which I can understand, I'm the same way when people interrupt me on the street) but the reality is, there is really no convenient time to preach or even receive the gospel, the kingdom is according to God's schedule not ours.
One young man walked by a few different times during the night and we were able to share and minister a little bit at a time. At first he was very bitter and angry and didn't want anything to do with us or God.
Well, by the end of the night God had totally rocked his world. During the night he had gone into a restaurant and ordered a meal knowing he couldn't pay for it but he was on the street and hadn't eaten all day. After the meal he was in the process of getting kicked out and possibly arrested and a total stranger came in and paid for his meal.
A while later he's back on the street talking to us and begins to confess his sins and open up about the pain in his life. We started sharing about God being a father to the fatherless and how God is showing him the Fathers love.
He is really getting touched at this point and shares that he had just called his dad for help. His dad was on his way to pick him up and he said it was the first time his father has ever reached out to help him. He was so blown away by God's love and all he could was cry and thank God.
Pretty cool as we felt like this was a divine appointment and we got to be apart of reintroducing someone to the love of God.