Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,
The months of March and April have been long and seemed to have dragged on and on. I spent a majority of the time on the road in Michigan and Ohio with meetings there for six weeks. But, I’m happy to report that 4 new Churches took me on for support during this time, and a couple more promised to take me on later as the Lord allows.
In March I had quite a humiliating experience. Who ever said that serving God was not fun is wrong. It’s a blast! But, there are times when it doesn’t always go smoothly, and you end up looking like a fool in the eyes of the world. If anyone has ever had disasters in personal work, it’s been me. I’ve been spit upon, laughed at and mocked while witnessing for Christ. Not to mention that time while I was passing out tracts in Canada that a J.W. lady hit me. But, this one takes the cake. I travel a lot, and I like to stop in big cities and go streetpreaching. This particular time, I stopped in downtown Columbus, Ohio to preach on the street and pass out tracts. I had my Bible in one hand and a Scripture sign in the other. Plus I had a big stack of tracts, but no where to hold them. So, I sat them down by the side of a building for a few minutes and began preaching the gospel as loudly as I could. The acoustics were great! My voice bounced off of buildings and could be heard all over the downtown area. I was really enjoying myself! About that time, however, a tremendous gust of wind came out of nowhere and blew as hard as it could. Over 300 tracts went flying everywhere. Then the wind bounced off the next building and blew strait up! Tracts were soaring 50 feet in the air, and spreading all over the city. It was raining tracts! I didn’t know what to do, so I kept on preaching. In the back of my mind I thought, maybe people will pick them up and read them!!! Suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a city worker who had seen the whole thing. He looked at me and said, “Aren’t those your pamplets?” I said rather timidly, “Uh, I guess so.” Then he said, “Well you’re going to pick them all up aren’t you?” By that time they were all over the city. Some of them were stuck to windows on the third and fourth floors of buildings, some had blown into the front door of buildings, but most of them where all over the ground 5 and 6 blocks away in every direction. I looked and to my suprise no one was picking them up. So, for the next 2 hours I had to walk all over the city of Columbus picking up gospel tracts. I’d pick a couple up, then hand a couple out. Pick up a few more, and then hand them out. I must have gotten out about 400 tracts that day total, but I sure did feel stupid! But, as humiliating as it was, it’s good to know that I was a fool for Christ!
Also while in Ohio, I was driving to a meeting one afternoon, when a man began following me very closely. I kept looking back in my rear view mirror trying to see what he was doing. It finally dawned on me that he was reading my bumper stickers with Bible verses on them. Then he began honking excessively and making rude gestures at me with his hands. Afterwards I could see him in my rear view mirror writing something on a piece of paper. When he had finished writing he passed me and held up a sign for me to read. He had written, “There is no God!” The verse that popped into my mind was Psalm 14:1. “The fool hath said in his heart, there is no God.” This poor guy made a fool out of himself to try to disprove the existence of God.
In April, I made a two day trip to Chicago with some friends and we toured the city. We got out a lot of gospel tracts, and we also got to see the Pacific Garden Mission. It was a great place and a real blessing to see so big an institution doing God’s work there. Most people don’t know this, but that is where Billy Sunday was saved!
Also, in April, I was able to attend a Missions Conference in my hometown at the church where I used to Pastor. It was a real blessing to see the work there still going on. They are still a small church, but I trust the Lord will bless them as they continue to take on missionaries.
And, finally on Easter, I had the opportunity to preach to an all Spanish church here in Florida. I always enjoy practicing my Spanish! After the service we had one saved. His name was Jose Luis. Please keep him in your prayers, as the apostle Peter said that he may “grow in grace, and in knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.” (2 Peter 3:18).
Because He lives,
Robert Ray Breaker III
Missionary to Honduras
