Saturday, July 31, 2010

LTW to the Smokies (Update from July 24th)












Around 8:30 A.M. I set up the table at the Sugarlands Visitor Center and was greeted by a lady who noticed the sign beside the table. It states Ps. 121:1 (“I will lift up my eyes to the hills . . .”). She sang a song for everyone to hear as she passed by, and the lyrics were word for word from Ps. 121. What a great way to start this day!

Another blessing was from sweet, Christian families who took nothing from the table but wanted to encourage me in what I was doing. One was from Chicago. For a few minutes, we discussed cultural Christianity and how prevalent it is in the South. They pointed out that around here there is a church on every corner, and it is not so in their area. Knowing Christ as our Lord, as well as our Savior, and having a personal relationship with Him, sets true Christians apart because they show the fruit of the Spirit. As they left, they said, “We will see each other in heaven the next time we meet.” These same words are often said to me by Christians as they leave the table after our conversations.

The highlight of the day was seeing a lady from the Philippines so excited to receive the entire Bible in many languages on a CD Rom. She spoke some English and said she liked to read about Jesus. I asked her if she had a personal relationship with Him, and she did not know how to answer. I told her the good news about how Jesus loved and died for her sins and rose from the dead to secure her salvation. She was happy to know that He would have died just for her. She called her children to come over, and they listened as she told them what I had shared with her. They, too, said they loved to read about Jesus. They wanted a picture made with me before they left and each one thanked me repeatedly for the materials I gave them. There is nothing like the joy I felt sharing Jesus with this family who were so receptive. God brought them to our table today. How wonderful it is to see God at work!

Another blessing was witnessing to a young man from Korea. He was listening as I talked with another couple at the table, as they did not have a Bible. I read to them some of my favorite scriptures from the Bible. Also, I shared about how to know for sure you are going to heaven when you die, using “Steps to Peace With God” before I gave the tract to them. The young man asked questions about each item on the table, which gave me an opportunity to share with him the gospel. He wanted sermons on CD and picked them out very carefully by their titles and took a Bible.

I prayed around the table with two ladies who had unsaved loved ones, one for her son and the other for her mother. They took the booklet by Randy Alcorn, Heaven, New Testaments, and Where Do We Go From Here?

A lady passed me to go inside the visitor center, saying she would be back with her whole family. Her family was together for a reunion and soon came to the table to share various needs, which were addressed by various materials on the table.

A teacher from Jupiter, FL, talked with me at length about the materials on evolution and how science confirms the Bible. I told her that I had once taught at Jupiter Middle School. She took tracts on evolution and a copy of John Blanchard’s book, Evolution, Fact or Fiction?”

Another family was thankful to have the booklet, Where Is God When Things Go Wrong? The Lord had been faithful to heal the mother’s illness, but they were experiencing other problems ranging from job insecurity to depression. The small booklets containing scriptures of God’s promises, Pure Gold, were also appreciated. In fact, many people thanked me for them today and wanted to keep them in their pockets or purses.

Today, the temperature was very high, but the table was in the shade until about one o’clock. When the rays from the sun shone on all of my allotted area, and there seemed to be less visitors than before, I felt it was okay to stop a bit early today. God had been faithful in helping me know what to say to many people who were directed by Him to our table.

With thanksgiving,

Claudette Litz