As noted in the overview, this is part of a series of evangelism experiences I want to share. Please feel free to add your own.
This is about “drive-by evangelism” – unavoidably brief but significant encounters where you share what you can. I don’t recommend this as a normal practice.
I was in the Denver airport with my family once. We were temporarily in different spots (gathering luggage and such) when I was approached by a Hare Krishna member. I literally had 45 seconds to talk.
Without thinking I gave the shortest Gospel presentation I ever have. It was very clear and direct. I basically told the guy (in a nice, calm voice) that he was in a false belief system, who Satan was, who Jesus was, why he needed Jesus and that I would be praying for his soul.
I wish I could describe the look in his eyes. He was desparate and seemed to realize he was trapped in a cult. He sincerely said, “Yes, please pray for me.” I walked with him over to his companion and repeated myself, and again he asked me to pray for him.
I prayed for him many times during that vacation and whenever I think of him (like now). I prayed in general and also specifically that God would send others with a more robust explanation of the Gospel – along the lines of Matthew 9:38: “Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.” When I get to Heaven I’ll learn how God worked it all out.
Sometimes you get a chance to rehearse what you want to say and sometimes you don’t. But I encourage you to always be open to opportunities.
Speaking of Hare Krishnas, I had a less dramatic encounter once coming back from a business trip in the Far East. I was going through LAX and was exhausted. I must have looked like a great target, because a Hare Krishna lady made a beeline for me. She was most eager for me to read some books she was carrying.
As tired as I was, an idea hit me. I reached down and pulled out my Bible (it was a full-sized one), smiled and told her she should read my book first. She laughed and noted that my book was much bigger than hers. She realized I wasn’t likely to convert and begged off.
Moral of the story: Always travel with a Bible. Best case scenario, you convert the cultists. Worst case, you chase them off. It’s win-win.