me? well mine was at a bar, but it wasn't a group of us doing ministry at a bar, here i'll explain.
it was when i moved out to Portland, Oregon. things in my life weren't the greatest, and it was a dark time, yet i know my faith was still alive then. God is too powerful to let one's struggles kill our faith, and i believe true belief in God will always stand the test of time. anyways.
i went to this bar i found that i was going to a good amount of the time. one night, i went for a few drinks. not really caring if i got drunk or not, which at the time, i wasn't getting drunk a lot because of the living situation. but still, i was losing caring to control a freedom.
so two guys come in, they are evidently drunk and having a good ole time. i'm there and the one guy sees my tattoos, and two of them have Christian meaning, and the other 2 are just decorative to get my full ideas done.
so i tell him, and he looks at me all shocked, because i'm sitting there smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. but his shock is relief tho. so we got talking and ironically enough our intake of alcohol drops by half, and we are talking and just smoking cigarettes. i tell him about my faith and my life, and he tells me about his. and it was honesty about our struggles. it wasn't us trying to put on some rightesous constume or us trying to justify our struggles, it was just two Christians being real about our faith and what we struggle with, which was alcohol. cigarettes, well if one says it is sin to smoke, then don't eat at mcdonalds, and i'm not going any farther with that. our struggle was drunkeness.
we talked more and more about our own lives. he was getting laid off, and was married with a kid and just trying to have faith and support his family and honestly i left that bar that night with a fresh sense of hope for my own faith with God. when he left he was saying goodbye to his friend, and to another person, and he gave me a handshake bye, and gave me a 2nd handshake, but it was a firmer handshake, and said thanks for the talk. it was beyond us having alcohol in our systems, because we both slowed down our drinking.
now i have never seen that man again, and i sure hope he is doing better. but for me, it was a Christian reaching out to another Christian and him doing the same thing to me. like i said, i left that bar that night with a fresh sense of hope that things are going to be better in my faith, and they are now. i am controlling my drinking now, it took a lot for me to get there, but i am so happy that i can still drink and not get drunk. so yes this is my "strangest place" i've ever witnessed at.
__________________ “I've eaten things that didn't complain this much.”-Denis Leary
"Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense."-Edward Blake-The Comedian in The Watchmen
Strangest place I ever witnessed? Probably when I was younger and still in college living in the dorm. One night I went to the bathroom, and there I was in the stall! Praising God and talking with Roger, in the next stall, who I didn't even like. But God works in the strangest ways, so later I shared with Roger about salvation, and I think it really affected him.
Well, I was glad when I scrolled up and saw that you were a guy (who witnessed to Roger in the stall next to him).
I'm not sure where was my strangest place I witnessed. But, one experience comes to mind. I was working on a temp. assignment. This really good-looking guy worked there, and had come to the office where I worked once. So, I had noticed him. Yeah, we gals have eyes, too.
It was lunch time on my last day of work there, as my assignment was ending. There he was, seated at a table having lunch. The Holy Spirit spoke to me, to give him a tract. I promptly ignored the Holy Spirit (not a good plan!) and walked past this guy.
Walking around the corner where he couldn't see me, I sat down. Now, what was I going to do? The Lord spoke again, saying that if I didn't give the man a tract, that his blood would be on my hands. Oh yeah, I couldn't let that happen. Looking into my purse to see what tracts I had with me, I only had one type. They had a rose on them, saying, "You're Special." Oh no, not those! Okay, here goes.
I mustered up all the courage I could. I'd noticed that he had another man at the table with him, so I took 2 tracts, walked up to them, slammed a tract down on the table in front of the cute guy, saying "You're special." Then, I looked at the other guy, slammed down another tract, saying, "You're special, too," and walked off.
They both probably thought I'd "lost it," but I did obey God!
At a local pool in Mindanao, Phillippines. As I was cold from the freezing fresh spring water from the pool I sat to warm up on the side of the pool, waiting for my husband and friend to finish thier swim. A half drunk guy came up and asked me where I was from etc. I told him that we were missionaries to his country and he wanted to recieve Chirst there and then. So I sat there dripping wet wrapped in my bath towel and prayed with him. Oh, God never misses a moment!
i witnessed to two guys in my drafting class at school one time. it was a high school drafting program, and not a typical environment for witnessing, but i figured that it was as good of a place as any, so i witnessed to them.
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