Dear Beloved of God,
I did a lot of traveling to meetings in July, and spent most of the month in South Carolina, Georgia, Louisiana, Tennessee, and Florida. In between meetings, I spent the first week of July in South Carolina working with a church there trying to help them build a spanish ministry. We went on visitation in several spanish speaking communties, and distributed tracts, and a few Bibles, as we invited them to church. I also got a chance to do the same thing in Cullman, Alabama in a Mexican apartment complex, and trailer park there. A brother from the church knew where they were, but he couldn’t speak their language. So, we went together, and witnessed to them and passed out tracts. I really enjoy ministering to the Hispanics people, and hope the Lord continues to allow me to do so on deputation.
Also in July, I was in a missions conference in Tennessee, when the Pastor got word from one of his church members that a lost 73 year old elderly man was in the hospital. He had just undergone surgery early that morning, and was given only twenty four hours to live. The Pastor then came to the dorm where I was staying and woke me up and asked me if I’d go and see him and witness to him as quickly as possible! I readily accepted! After I took the fastest shower of my life, and got dressed lickety-split, I jumped in my car and sped to the hospital praying the whole way. All I could think about was that he would live long enough to hear the gospel! I think I was going a little over the speed limit but, all I knew was that man needed to be saved! When I got there I walked into intensive care and found him and began to witness. I took his hand and asked him to just listen and squeeze my hand once for “yes” and twice for “no.” But, he was too weak to do that. So, I went through the Bible with him and gave him the gospel. I asked him if he was a sinner, and he nodded his head ever so slightly. Then I gave him some verses on Hell, and how to be saved. Then I asked him if he’d like to get saved, and he shook his head up and down a lot faster! Right then and there, James Goad trusted the Lord Jesus Christ as his Saviour as tears flowed down his face. There was just a totally different look in his eyes afterwards. Then I went through and gave him some verses on Heaven and how wonderful it’s going to be. To make a long story short, as soon as I finished reading to him, his family came in. They told me that his grandkids went to the church there in Tennessee. Then it struck me. The night before I gave my testimony about my grandfather, and how he would never listen about Jesus. I remember saying, “If I couldn’t win my grandpa to the Lord, maybe I could win someone else’s.” And,when they told me about his grandkids, I realized this man was someone’s grandpa! Isn’t God good?
Toward the end of July, I met up with a friend of mine that graduated with me from Bible School. We decided to take a trip to Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee together and get out some gospel tracts. As we were walking down the street, a little black boy came up to us and said, “Tip for flip!” I said, “What?” He said, “Tip for flip!” Then he explained he’d do a cartwheel for some money. I asked him if he was hungry, and he said, “Yeah.” So, we bought him lunch at one of the resturants there, and for the next 30 minutes, we witnessed to him about Jesus. He didn’t get saved, but it was good to plant the seed. I hope sometime when he gets older he’ll remember that someone loved him enough to buy him some food and take time to tell him about Jesus. That’s what being a missionary is all about!
Finally, I’d like to tell you about streetpreaching in Bolivar, Tennessee. I was preaching to the cars stopped at a stoplight when I noticed 10 or 15 young teenagers across the street parked at a gas station poking fun. They laughed and mocked and even yelled back a few vulgarities. This made me want to preach even harder, which I did! Eventually, they made it clear they didn’t like me and continued to yell and mock. So, I marched over to my car, and grabbed a handful of tracts and marched right over there to give them to them. When they saw me coming they took off! I’ve never seen anyone run so fast in all my life! They all jumped in their cars and went 20 different directions peeling out. What did they have to be afraid off? There were more of them than there were of me. I guess it’s true, cockroaches really do run from the light! And, in this case it was the light of the glorious gospel of Jesus Christ.
Please continue to keep me in your prayers as I leave for Honduras August 1st and return August 20th.
Because He lives,
Robert Ray Breaker III
Missionary to Honduras
