HOW WE SABOTAGE OURSELVES
It was in the mid-seventies. I was part of a church that was doing an evangelistic outreach in the back room of a caterer (the same one that had done my wife's wedding shower). It was the second or third night when a young unsaved man wandered in from the front room. He had a lit cigarette and a baseball cap on. I was across the room so I couldn't speak to him, but I was delighted to see him. Someone who WAS close to him was a local pastor who had joined us for the outreach. He invited the young man to join us, and our visitor stepped a few paces in. Then it happened. First the pastor insisted he put his cigarette out. He did, reluctantly. But then the pastor also insisted he remove his hat. That was too much for our visitor. He turned and left. Thus, a soul was lost because of one man's pre-WWII mores. I was frustrated and...