It Does Not Matter

One evening after the presentation, a well-dressed man approached the speaker and requested a visit in his home. The speaker, having to communicate through a translator, said yes. After the man was gone, the translator asked the speaker if he knew who that man was.

“No, should I?” Was the answer. “He is the secretary of the Communist party. He is a ruthless man, and I have personally suffered at his hands,” the translator informed.

“Well, I have already given my word. So, we will have to go,” said the speaker. On Sunday morning, the men made their way to the town of Cumpaniza. They arrived at the house and knocked on the door.

After a little while, a woman answered the door. “Come in,” she commanded.

After stepping inside, the woman once more ordered, “Sit down.” Once seated, she began with, “What are you doing down there?” Not sure as to what she was asking and being careful with his answer, the evangelist answered the question with a question. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I want to know what you people are doing down there?” She demanded again. “I am still not sure what it is you are asking,” said the preacher. Then the woman began crying and said, “I do not understand.

I cannot tell you how often I have had to go out in the middle of the night to look for him. Oftentimes more than not, I have found him in a drunken stupor, lying in the middle of some road. I have had to drag him from the street so that some vehicle would not run over him. On many occasions, he has come home so drunk that he could not find the door.

If he has fallen and wounded himself, I would have to get up and take care of him. But this past Friday, he said, ‘Get my clothing ready; tomorrow I am going to church.’

‘What church?” I said, ‘Tomorrow is Saturday; there is no church tomorrow.’ ‘Just get my clothing ready,’ was his response. In the morning he got up, dressed, and left the house.

I don’t understand. What is going on; what are you doing down there?” “Now I understand,” replied the evangelist. “We are preaching the Gospel of Christ.

That’s what we are doing.” Just at the time that the speaker said these words, the man of the house stepped into the living room. Sitting next to his troubled, weeping wife, he placed his arm around her. Then adding his tears with hers, the man said, “Pastor, something wonderful has happened to me, and I want to be baptized.

Is this possible?” Surprised, the pastor responded with, “Do you believe with all your heart?” “I do,” he replied.

“Well, we will have to prepare you for the occasion. Is that all right with you? The pastor here will help you. Do you know him?” continued the evangelist.

“Oh yes,” he said. “OK then, we are going to have a baptism next weekend, and if you are ready, you can be in it,” the pastor encouraged.

Then they had a prayer. Just prior to his baptism, the former Communist asked if he could say a word to his people. “Yes,” said the pastor. When it came time for his testimony, the secretary stood up and said, “You know me and know who I am.

I have something to say to you. I have been a Communist, an atheist, and a drunkard for fifty years. And what communism and atheism could not do in fifty years, the Gospel of Christ has done for me in three weeks. Therefore, today I seal my decision for Him.”