Jan. 14, 2013
Jim, I was telling you the story of a missed opportunity in Colorado
this past summer.
I will try with this letter to reconstruct what happened in hopes that
it will help someone.
As I go out and about I am always praying that God will give me the
witness to someone. On just regular paper, I print up a stack of
Romans Chapter 10
with nothing else on it except the scripture from the King James
Version of the Bible.
I carry these in the front seat console beside me and when I get a
chance I will give
some of them out or leave them different places.
This summer, I went to Colorado with my Son and some of the Grandkids.
We were staying in a campsite up on the Conejos river there in Colorado.
Late in the evening a group of about 12 people came into the camp.
Looked like 2 or 3
adults and the rest probably teenage boys. Of all the goings on, you
never heard the like,
cussing, hollering, loud music, and just downright bedlam in what had
been a very
serene, calm setting. This went on for hours after dark. Needless to
say, it was kind of
disturbing to say the least. I wanted to go over and somehow shut them
up, but instead
I started to pray that God would give me the opportunity to witness to
them. I did not
want to go over in their camp, as I didnít feel that would be proper.
They finally calmed
down and we got a little sleep.
The next day we went to Antonito New Mexico and rode the little train
up through the
mountians and then stayed at Antonito that night. We were going back
to the campground
the next day. That night I kept thinking about the kids in the camp
and prayed that some-
how God would give me another opportunity to witness to them.
We were going to a camp site just beyond the one we had been staying
at where the boys
were.My son was pulling the travel trailer and one of my grandsons and
following him. Just as I came to the campsite where the boys were a
pickup pulled out
pulling one of their trailers. I stopped, He stopped, I asked how they
were doing and if
they were leaving and he told me that they were from Santa Fe N.M.and
were going back
home. There I was. There they were. All that I had to do was pull some
of the printed
papers from my console and give them to him.
As I pulled away, without giving him the brochures, it hit me like a
ton of bricks. I
your prayer. Why didnít you give him the scriptures?
I looked in my rear view mirror and they were going on down the road,
Since then I have done some soul searching. I know that we pass
each day to witness to someone, and yes, of course our life is a
witness but Jesus
said.ĒGo ye into all the world and preach the gospel.Ē So we must do
what we can.
Jim: thanks for letting me share this story. You may feel free to edit
it anyway that
you need to .