Witnessing With Tracts

Don't be discouraged to see Gospel Tracts discarded after you pass them out. God has used countless "recycled" tracts to bring salvation to souls. Following is one such story received from a third-world country about the Gospel periodical, Moments For You. Dear Friends, I gave my life to Jesus Christ through the work of your magazine, Moments For You. I was living in sin and a miserable life, though I am a churchgoer. I attended service every Sunday, yet I didn't know Christ. I didn't know what it meant to be saved, though I was a communicant. One day a...

Compton, CA (AP)— The first time a gunman tried to fire at theologian Ralph Owens, the bullet didn't discharge. Then, on the second attempt, a bullet ripped into gospel tracts in Owens' pocked and dropped harmlessly to the ground. A police officer nearby arrived as the gunmen aimed again at Owens, a missionary of the California Laymen's Crusade. Two youths, 18 and 20, were booked on suspicion of robbery and attempted murder. Police said $1.30 had been taken from Owens. "It was a miracle," Owens said of his escape.

"This is what I think of your tracts!" growled a passenger standing by the rail of an ocean liner. A Christian had offered him gospel literature which he accepted with a malicious scowl. Then with a flourish he tore the tract into tiny pieces, cradled them for a moment in his hand, and finally tossed them over the rail. The Christian went away with a heavy heart, while the unbeliever headed for the ship's bar. As he lifted the intemperate glass to his lips, however, he noticed a small piece of paper hanging from his shirt. He pulled it off,...

"Tracts everywhere!" said a young man with a sneer as a Christian handed him a gospel tract one afternoon. "No," said the tract distributor quietly, "there will be none in hell," and passed on. God fastened that single sentence in that young man's mind as a nail in a sure place and he could not get rid of it. "None in hell!" seemed to echo in his ears every time he saw a tract, and ultimately he was converted.

A man went to visit a prisoner in jail and was puzzled by the prisoner's happy face until he told him the following story: "Three years ago I was condemned to death for murder. You can imagine that my cell became a little hell. The thought of approaching death tortured me day and night. Only a few more weeks and I should be in eternity. I could neither eat nor sleep, so I decided to make a rope from my torn bedsheets with which to hang myself. Only the fear of eternity held me back as suicide would hasten my...