Tonight I went to a haunted house called “The Edge of Hell”. I went with a group to talk to people about the reality of hell and to invite people to meet Jesus. As I walked around I saw two young men sitting on the ledge of a loading dock. One young man was a short, white dude with his face painted black. He was probably about 22 and his name was Tim. The other young man was tall and skinny and looked like he was Ethiopian or possibly Persian; he introduced himself as Mohamed—and he was definitely drunk and had just gotten out of jail that day. As I approached and started a conversation Mohamed asked me what I was “on” (drug term for those of you wonderingJ). I chuckled with a little Holy Ghost smirk and said, “Oh man I’m on some really good stuff”. Ha! As the Shulamite once said, “Your love is better than wine!” (Song of Solomon 1:2). His Presence freaks people out and they want it! Ha! Since we were standing outside of the “Edge of Hell” (haunted house) I decided to ask them what they believe about hell. This made Mohamed a little angry and he started cursing and saying that his daughter had recently died. He pointed to two different “tear” tattoos that he had on his face that symbolized his daughter and I think the other was his wife. I sympathized with him and as he told me that he had nothing to live for. I told him that God loved him and that he does have a purpose in life. I told him that God has a Son and that He actually lost His Son at one time as well. Mohamed got angry and ranted and raved about Allah and there only being one God. I did my best just to love him the whole time because I knew the dude was messed up and hurt. Honestly, I genuinely felt an overwhelming amount of love for him and I knew it was the Holy Spirit helping me. At one point he got so angry with me and he held up his hand to punch me…then he said, “If we were locked up right now I’d take your head off.” Ok…this is only the second time I’ve ever been remotely threatened when sharing the gospel. Last time was about 6 years ago in a Dallas club district…but it was more inadvertent. This time, the dude really thought about giving me a strong left hook to the side of the head. I told him that there were angels with me…so really I wasn’t too worried J Honestly, I could see the demons at work in this man and I was praying in tongues and rebuking them. He was so angry. I told him that he could probably take me and that’s fine with me…”Jesus loves you” I said over and over. He shook his head and said, “No He doesn’t.” Finally, he said, “You can be on your way now.” At that point, I just SO overwhelmingly felt the Holy Spirit’s love for this man bursting in my chest so I shook his hand and said, “You are a good man….God bless you, man…God bless you. I love you, bro.” I looked in his eyes and said, “Come on man…come on…” almost as though I was asking him to bear his heart for just a short second at least… Ha! It was hilarious! HE STARTED SMILING … HE COULDN’T HELP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! THEN WE HUGGED!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Kick the stinkin’ demons out! Heck yeah! Then as I was trying to leave he wouldn’t let me go. He asked me where I lived or where I was going. I told him I lived in Grandview near KC. So I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote my number on it and said, “Mohamed, if you ever need anything at all—I’m not rich or anything, but I’m rich in Spirit—give me a call.” At that point, Tim—the little dude next to him (who ended up being a struggling Christian)—took advantage of my “ever need anything” statement and said, “I need $20 to get home…for a taxi.” Overwhelmed in the moment I gave him the cash I had on me (go figureJ). As I handed him the money I warned him almost with tears, “Tim, take this and know that Jesus Christ has a powerful calling on your life to preach the gospel.” The word hit his spirit and he thanked me for the cash J Mohamed felt the power of Jesus Christ tonight. It broke in on him even when the spirit of drunkenness and the spirit of Islam were both pulling him into hatred toward me. The love of Jesus Christ is NOT just accepting a lie and calling it truth. I stood the ground and told him that Jesus LOVES Him and that Jesus is real! But I loved this man DEEPLY. He felt that. He was offended by the truth…but then his heart melted by the fact that Christ in me loved him. HE WAS NO MATCH FOR THE BURNING LOVE OF GOD J Jesus Christ, my friends, IS the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No man comes to the Father but by Him. By the grace of God I will stand by this till my death. There is a strong movement happening right now that says that Jesus Christ is one of many ways to God. I declare this to you my friends, GOD is ONE. And God has a SON. His Name is Jesus. Great is the mystery of Godliness. GOD BECAME A MAN. His NAME is JESUS. Man is not redeemed by any other. Mohamed told me this…”It’s impossible! NO ONE can die for someone else’s sins!” He said with great anger. I said, “Then who is going to die for yours?” He was speechless. I said, “We are all screwed then.” Mohamed knew I was right. If JESUS did not die for our sins. Then we are ALL doomed. But the beauty of the gospel is this: when we rejected His love, He came and loved us. This is the gospel that the Apostles died for. This is the gospel that many of our sons and daughters will be martyred for in the days of the unfolding of the book of Revelation. “You owe me nothing. I deserve hell. You owe me nothing. But You’ve given me mercy.”
~Misty Edwards The humanistic gospel that says that we are good enough or that He owed us something—I tell you friends, this is dangerous. We’ve got nothing on Sodom. He is merciful. HE is ONLY good. I love Him. He is KIND. TILL THE END. HIS JUDGMENTS are JUSTIFIED and they will be proven right and true. True and righteous are Your judgments, Jesus. I am with You. Give me grace to stand with You till the end. Be reminded friends:
“Because lawlessness abounds, the love of many will grow cold.” ~Jesus Christ (Matthew 24) Keep the Flame Burning.
Bless you~ | 
