Evangelistic breakthrough!

Over the past few months I've been getting somewhat downhearted in my own personal evangelism efforts in Winnipeg. I know that it's not about the numbers, but I haven't seen a salvation in over three months. More specifically, in the last couple of weeks my own attempts at bringing the good news to the streets have been failing miserably. I've been getting shot down like never before. I've come to a conclusion about this. It's my ability, or lack there of, to relate to every type of person; size, shape, ethnicity, social ranking, age or even gender. Despite the fact that my tactics have been broad and I have been extremely conscientious about my approach and cultural sensitivity as I speak with people yet, regrettably, all to no avail.

I've decided to brainstorm; make a list of new approaches. A list of possible gateways into the secular world.

After making a seemingly acceptable list, a list that encompassed a plethora of different people groups and strategies that had specific target, I still wasn't satisfied. There was still something that I was missing. Though my ideas were inventive, visionary and apostolic, they were not what I was looking for.

I needed a new angle. A big-picture game plan that would take me to the next level in my evangelistic endeavors. A method of delivering the gospel message in a fresh and new way; bringing a new scope of life in Christ to the streets of Winnipeg. It was with excitement and anticipation that I kept searching for the tool that I had been waiting for. My time spent with God was devoted almost completely to hearing from Him about the direction He wanted to take me in evangelism. I knew it was only a matter of time before I saw breakthrough.

It was during a casual trip to my local Christian book store that my mind was put to ease and breakthrough came... and oh did it come. As I took my copy of the newest Hillsong United CD to the check-out counter it was then that my eyes fell upon the answer to my prayers. My gaze was locked, my pupils dilated, hands sweaty, knees shaky. This answer was as good as the audible voice of God. There, being overlooked by every customer, was the very means of transformation within the city of Winnipeg. Why had I not thought of this earlier!? It was only the single most brilliant manufactured item the Christian industry had pioneered for exactly the capacity that I was about to use it for! Testamints were my portal into the un-churched world.

These small, white, multi-flavored (peppermint, spearmint or berry... variety is always nice), pieces of chewy divinity were going to revolutionize the urban missions world as I knew it. Testamints are a flawless effort at relating with those who have not yet met Christ. They don't allow any exemptions of any type of person considering the fact that everyone has bad breath.

I left the bookstore with five boxes of Testamints under my arm and new ambition to save the lost. This was one effort that I knew would have a success story. Make way tract bearers, street preachers, soup kitchens and public healers... "Operation Testamint" is about to commence.