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I will be meeting these follow evangelist today, their right hand man has been sent by the Spirit to over 53 nations to share the work of God in their Country and impart the vision and the anointing. I have offered my services to many Churches there, to no avail, I have given presentations to six so far, but have been evangelizing one on one.

On Sunday, I spoke to Brazilians by English bay, a man from Peru and a blind man Ray with one leg, I prayed with him, it took some time and discussions before he would trust me to pray for him. He was a Christian.

I had the opportunity of show the love of the Lord by taking a series of photographs with their cameras, of a middle age couple fro Iran, India, China, and a husband a man and wife that were Muslims and a plastic surgeon from Libya, there for a conference.

I did lead the following to the Lord:

Ominous, from the Philippines, working there all alone, many are only too glad for someone to approach them, and some are not.
Three Americans from Texas, I took several photos for them, and told them a few Jokes to get them into a good mood. They are holding the Gospel of John. Winning Souls in the third world countries, is much easier than there in Canada. Americans are easier than Canadians.

How to have a heart for the lost souls? How to reach to them efficiently with strategy? How to harvest lost souls in great multitudes?
Under the guidance of Holy Spirit, Christians in Nicaragua has led over 3 million to the Lord, which number surpass half of the population. How did they do it? Humberto & Maria Arguello, The leader of this movement and Roger Gonzalez, Their right hand man has been sent by the Spirit to over 53 nations to share the work of God in their Country and impart the vision and the anointing.


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12 months ago: As a minister of the gospel I would expect you to do no less. So you should understand what I mean when I say that I am puzzled by the purpose of this posting. Did you inadvertently post a copy of you evangelical itinerary or journal?
12 months ago: No Dwayne, the reason for this post, is to encourage Christians to evangelize, and show them how to approach the unsaved.

Just is case you did not know there are not many Christians evangelizing out of their environment, do you?
12 months ago: Evangelism into mission fields is a calling that not every Christian is given to do. The body of Christ has many members and each one has its own gift. I'm glad that you are doing your part but I just wasn't sure what purpose your essay served. You did not make it clear from the beginning. Now I know! Thanks
12 months ago: Dwayne, I a speaker rep, for the Pocket Testament league.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFXekHFOyLo

I am supposed to recruit and train those that want to evangelize, out of a hundred I may get one. I personally lead appropriately 50 Souls a month.

We are saved by grace but are judged by our works. Jesus came to earth to die a cruel death so that NONE would perish.
12 months ago: Pocket Testament league.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFXekHFOyLo
12 months ago: Good work Ed. I admire your dilligence.
12 months ago: The past and future of the Jews, this includes your future as well.
http://www.jhm.org/Resources/TvBroadcast...
12 months ago: If your appearance is sad, or if you are poor, it's only your clothes, the real you is your Soul.


I showered and shaved.............. I adjusted my tie.

I got there and sat............... In a pew just in time.

Bowing my head in prayer......... As I closed my eyes..

I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed.

With plenty of room on either side...... I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?'

It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much.

A prayer began : 'Our Father'............. I thought, 'This man with the shoes, has no pride.

They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!'

'Thank You for blessings,' the prayer went on.

The shoe man said............... A quiet 'Amen.'

I tried to focus on the prayer....... But my thoughts were on his shoes again.

Aren't we supposed to look our best. When walking through that door?

'Well, this certainly isn't it,' I thought, Glancing toward the floor..

Then the prayer was ended........... And the songs of praise began.

The shoe man was certainly loud..... Sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters........ His hands were raised high.

The Lord could surely hear. The shoe man's voice from the sky.

It was time for the offering...... And what I threw in was steep.

I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep.

I saw what was pulled out............ What the shoe man put in.

Then I heard a soft 'clink' . As when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me............ To tears, and that's no lie.

It was the same for the shoe man.... For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service...... As is the custom here.

We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow............... And wanted to meet the shoe man.

So after the closing prayer......... I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark.... And his hair was truly a mess.

But I thanked him for coming......... For being our guest.

He said, 'My names' Charlie............. I'm glad to meet you, my friend.'

There were tears in his eyes........ But he had a large, wide grin.

'Let me explain,' he said.......... Wiping tears from his eyes.

'I've been coming here for months.... And you're the first to say 'Hi.''

'I know that my appearance............'Is not like all the rest.

'But I really do try.................'To always look my best.'

'I always clean and polish my shoes..'Before my very long walk.

'But by the time I get here..........'They're dirty and dusty, like chalk.'

My heart filled with pain.......... And I swallowed to hide my tears.

As he continued to apologize........... For daring to sit so near

He said, 'When I get here..............'I know I must look a sight.

'But I thought if I could touch you..'Then maybe our souls might unite.'

I was silent for a moment........... Knowing whatever was said

Would pale in comparison... I spoke from my heart, not my head.

'Oh, you've touched me,' I said......'And taught me, in part;

'That the best of any man...............'Is what is found in his heart.'

The rest, I thought,..................... This shoe man will never know.

Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul

You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.
I respect you, and truly cherish you.

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