As I drove through the parking lot at Winn-Dixie looking for a place to park, I spotted a man sitting on the display of plastic chairs in front of the store. He was big, bald, and looked bad–very bad. This big, bad brute was someone you would think was on his way to hell for sure. He had big red and black tattoos all over his body, some skulls and crossbones, and even snakes slithering on both of his arms. They were even on the back of his big bald head, on which he also had a big red scar across his tattooed dome, from side to side – ear to ear.
I parked and grabbed a couple of tracts, intending to disperse them to people I would meet. But God had other plans, and prompting me, I felt compelled to speak to the big, bad dude concerning the salvation message.
I approached him and introduced myself as I sat next to him. “Do you mind if I sit here?
“No, sir, go right ahead.”
“What prompted you to call me ‘sir’?” I asked.
He said, “That’s just me.”
We talked for a while about motorcycles, and I shifted into gear. “Are you a Christian?”
“I’m a Catholic,” he replied.
Then I asked him if he believed in God and Jesus Christ. He said “yes” and that God and Jesus were one and the same.
George continued, “Yes, He talked to me while I was in the hospital in a coma.” George said he had been riding his motorcycle without a helmet when he had a terrific accident and ended up in the hospital, barely alive. “I just got out of the hospital after being in a coma for two months. My wife said I even died twice on the operating table. I had head trauma,” he said, pointing to his head. “The doctors put a steel plate in my head, too.” He sniffed. “I suffered other injuries as well.” And he went on to mention them: broken ribs, broken shoulder blade, and more, boasting.
Hoping to hear a story of a near-death experience, I then asked what he remembered about his near-death experience. He said he remembered nothing except that God had spoken to him, and he, in turn, pleaded for his life. “Father God, I have a son that I want to bring up. Please don’t let me die!”
By now, the hairs on my arms were standing straight up. I was going to have a hand in leading this heavy-duty biker to Christ, and I knew it!
I very clearly explained the Gospel of Salvation. John 3:16 came to mind first, and then other appropriate verses came to mind as well. I finally asked, “What is your name?” He replied, “George.” He continued with, “I haven’t slept for days, afraid I might not wake up next time.” Tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes.
I continued, “George, are you ready – here and now – to repent, receive God’s forgiveness, and receive Jesus Christ as your Savior?” Without reservation, he replied, “Yes, oh God – yes!” I prayed with him, “Father in heaven, Jesus is the Prince of Peace, and George here needs the peace that only Jesus can give.”
In leading him to faith in Christ, George asked Jesus to come into his life, save him, and give him the peace he needed to be able to sleep, even as weekend shoppers swirled all around us.
Because he was from out of town, I told George to join a Bible-believing church and be baptized in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, then get a Bible and learn about the things of God. We were, for a moment of time, in another realm, the realm of the Spirit.
We had no sooner finished praying than his wife came out of the grocery store with two bags of groceries in hand, and he introduced her to me.
I introduced myself and said, “George just received Jesus Christ as his Savior! And he will be able to sleep tonight.”
“Oh, how wonderful,” she said, nearly dropping the bags. “I’m so glad. I’ve been praying for him continuously since the accident, praying that someone somewhere would lead him to faith in Jesus Christ. “Thank you, sir! Thank you, Jesus, hallelujah!! The young woman could barely contain herself. George choked back his tears and wiped his eyes with the backs of his beefy hands and rose to help his wife with the bags.
After giving George a tract from my church, I continued on my way. Both George and his wife were beaming as I left them, and I fully expected that George slept peacefully that night for the first time in a long time.
Book report
I’ve been reading all I can about President Trump and have read at least four books about him. There is something strange about that man, and I just want to be ready when the “Trump of God” sounds to take us believers home. (Is Donald’s name a play on words – and is God trying to tell us something?) I don’t know, but one thing I’m sure of is that we will be raptured soon -very soon.
The books about President Trump include Disloyal, a memoir written by Michael Cohen, his former lawyer, who was sent to prison for various infractions of the law. He says Trump threw him under the bus.
Trump Aftershock by Stephen E. Strang, the founder of Covenant House Publishing. Mr. Strang writes nothing bad about Donald Trump and, in fact, promotes him in every way.
Writer Michael Wolf, author of Too Famous, seems to delight in taking people down (as if he’s the only person in the world with morals), including President Trump. I also read his other book, Fire and Fury.
Author Emily Jane Fox has written a book titled Born Trump in which she discloses the mentality of the entire Trump family with all their quirks and only mentions Donald disparagingly on occasion. She has nothing good to say about him.
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Jim Towers
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