6/12/10 Edgar, 22
Late Saturday night and the streets were empty except for a crowd of singles standing out in front of a sports bar. I was tempted to think they would be united in opposition to me if I tried to start a conversation with any of them, but the truth is they don't all know each other, they are wrapped up in their own conversations, and if I was to walk into the crowd they would just assume I'm looking for someone and continue talking. So that's what I did. I gave out million dollar tracts to one group and got a lot of laughs and started several conversations. I have been challenged by a statistic I heard somewhere recently that although 70% of all people who believe in heaven also believe there is a hell, less than 1% actually believe it is possible they will go there, so after talking for a while I asked two guys if hell is possible for them and they both said no, they are too good to deserve to go there. I talked with a few other people including Edger, whose friends told me was a churchgoer. He trusts in his good deeds so I used the law to show him his need for a Savior. His friends kept trying to coax him back into the bar and they finally succeeded but not before he had been thoroughly warned not to trust in his good deeds.