Subway Evangelism

…straight from the pen of missionary Jacob Bock, Spain

Okay, so it may not be P.C. (politically correct) or C.C. (culturally correct), but it was what I had in my heart to do. We must “fish” where the fish are, and 2 million people ride the subway daily.I called some friends and we began our descent into the depths of the earth!

The subway is somewhat like an elevator. You try not to talk or look at anyone. This is to my advantage. I filled my lungs with stale, contaminated air and belted out, “Hello, my name is Jacob and I would like to give you all a free postcard.” At that point, my helpers distributed our Gospel tract regarding the recent oil spill in northern Spain.

People are very polite and receive it. I now have 3 minutes. The train will stop. Some will get off, others will get on. This is my chance. “These fine people that are cleaning up the oil spill started with clean white suits, but as you see, they are now all stained. Consider your own life for a minute…” and so on.

How do people respond, you ask? The majority LOOK at me and LISTEN attentively. Some have screamed at me about the war (in Iraq), and a few tell me to be quiet. Some folks want to give me money, others laugh out loud when I denounce the sin they are living in. Once, a lawyer publicly challenged my doctrine. One told me to go back to my own country! Yet the first night we preached 21 times to nearly 700 people.

“How shall they call on Him whom they have not heard?And how shall they hear without a preacher?” Romans 10:14


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…straight from the pen of missionary Jacob Bock, Spain Okay, so it may not be P.C. (politically correct) or C.C. (culturally correct), but it was what I had in my heart to do. We must “fish” where the fish are, and 2 million people ride the subway daily.I called some friends and we began our descent into the depths of the earth! The subway is somewhat like an elevator. You try not to talk or look at anyone. This is to my advantage. I filled my lungs with stale, contaminated air and belted out, “Hello, my name is Jacob and I would like to give you all a free postcard.” At that point, my helpers distributed our Gospel tract regarding the recent oil spill in northern Spain. People are very polite and receive it. I now have 3 minutes. The train will stop. Some will get off, others will get on. This is my chance. “These fine people that are cleaning up the oil spill started with clean white suits, but as you see, they are now all stained. Consider your own life for a minute…” and so on. How do people respond, you ask? The majority LOOK at me and LISTEN attentively. Some have screamed at me about the war (in Iraq), and a few tell me to be quiet. Some folks want to give me money, others laugh out loud when I denounce the sin they are living in. Once, a lawyer publicly challenged my doctrine. One told me to go back to my own country! Yet the first night we preached 21 times to nearly 700 people. “How shall they call on Him whom they have not heard?And how shall they hear without a preacher?” Romans 10:14
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