Faith Is For Weak People By Ray Comfortنموونە

A True Story

I want to illustrate the significance of sharing the gospel and answering hard questions through a real-life circumstance with a man named Nico. I was at home working when our doorbell rang. I opened the door, and the man introduced himself as Nico and asked if we were customers of a particular company. When I said we weren’t, he looked at his chart, embarrassed, and said, “I’ve made a mistake.” I replied that it was no mistake and asked Nico if he thought there is an afterlife. He did.

“Are you going to make it to Heaven? Are you a good person?”

He said that he thought he was, so I took him through the Ten Commandments. He had broken the seventh, eighth, and ninth, but said he never used God’s name in vain. When I asked if he would be found guilty on judgment day, he said that he didn’t believe God was a God of judgment. To him, the very existence of hell was out of the question.

That’s when I told him that he had just broken the first and the second of the Ten Commandments. I explained that when we create a god in our own image, we are guilty of idolatry. Always have a reason ready to sever the subtle yet stubborn roots of idolatry. Hell is extremely offensive, and false gods accommodate the offended. A person will never repent and trust the Savior as long as they cling to their idols.

Before Nico left, I poured my heart out, telling him of the cross and of my concern for him, and I asked him to judge my motives. I didn’t want his money. All I wanted was for him to place his trust in Jesus and find everlasting life. My motivation was his salvation. He was a sinner and heading for hell.  

I thanked him for listening and asked if I could give him a gift. Then I gave him a DVD, a signed book, a movie gift card for our films, and a $5 Subway gift card. He was very taken aback and said, “I didn’t expect to get gifts when I was knocking on doors.”

I smiled, shook his hand, and reminded him that he didn’t come to our house by mistake.

Those gifts were tokens of my genuine love and seriousness about where he would spend eternity.

On a scale of one to ten, how concerned are you for the lost? Are you happy with that, and if not, how can you change it?