Open Air: Another Grey Day

After spending a couple of hours reviewing the video footage, I have to say that last Wednesday was very much like the previous one… See “Under A Slate-Grey Sky”. It was not quite as cold, and it didn’t snow, and we had a few different folk out with us, but - no real drama to report.

Dan was with us for part of the afternoon, since he was not working due to his colleagues being on strike. Solomon arrived just as I was quoting his biblical namesake, and distinguished himself by giving out more tracts in twenty minutes than I was able to distribute in all the rest of the afternoon. Fortunately, Stephen carries literature in abundance in his rucksack, so we didn’t run out.

Listeners came and listeners went, mostly keeping their distance. One young man in a bandana listened to Stephen for a long time, leaning against a nearby lamppost, but he refused a tract when I approached him. Peter arrived a little later than usual, having had his transport arrangements disrupted by industrial action. Brendan came later on, and applied himself to tracting. Unfortunately, there were not many conversations to be had.

Words of encouragement easily outnumbered the few negative comments, although one grey-haired lady in glasses and a green anorak answered my question “Why is our land in a mess?” with “No faith in the Lord, that’s why!” - her tone of voice and her angry expression seeming to suggest that it was all my fault…

The oddest incident was when a sharp-faced, middle-aged lady denounced one of her elderly companions to me: “Tell him! He needs to repent of his sins!” The gent in question seemed unconcerned, standing with his hands in his pockets, as though wondering what all the fuss was about. I talked to him for a few moments, but couldn’t get much out of him. Solomon handed tracts to the three of them, and they went on their way.

Buskers were busy down Market Street, but the noise was never overwhelming. Most people seemed to be in a hurry to get their errands done and then get back home or back to work. Nonetheless, the gospel was preached, much literature went out, and there was a witness to the greatness and goodness of our God in the centre of the City that afternoon. I’m happy with that…

We will be out again next Wednesday, God willing. Please join us if you can, and pray for us if the Lord puts it upon your heart to do so.

Every blessing!