TELEVISITATION
by Hubert Mitchell
O ne day IN Chicago I picked up the telephone and called a friend of mine, a Mr. Godwin. He wasn’t in at the time, but the man who an swered seemingly wasn’t in a hurry to hang up the receiver. So we just chatted awhile. During the conver sation I asked him casually, “By the way, friend, do you happen to be a Christian ?” He gave me a fast “No.” Then after a moment he added, “But I’d like to be.” So I quoted a few verses of Scripture and we prayed together over the phone. He definitely and sincerely received Christ as his Sav iour, right there on the telephone. Events since then have proved that it was so. I found myself asking, “Could it be that there are others like this man, waiting for someone to reach them, right where they are, with the simple forthright story of Christ's death on the cross and his resurrec tion from the grave?” There was planted in my heart a powerful de sire to find out. So one night, about 11:30 o’clock, I called a tavern. A barmaid an swered. I said, “I have some won derful news for you. Do you have time to hear it?” “Sure,” she replied. “What is it?” I said, “Jesus Christ died for your sins on the cross and arose again from the dead, and if you believe this with all your heart, He’ll save you from all of your sins.” There was a pause, and then she said very quietly, “Who are you? . . . Why are you doing this?” I told her. Then there was another pause, and she said, “Thanks for calling. I used to believe this when I was a little girl, but I drifted away, and I’ve gotten into trouble.
I really shouldn’t be here . . . I'm so glad you called.” Another pause, then she said, “Hold it, I want to get ‘Red’ on the phone. Tell him what you just told me.” A man came to the phone, and I gave him the same message. While I was speaking, he interrupted to say mockingly, “Wait till I kill a cockroach.” Then he listened as I told him how Christ died for him. He passed the phone to another man named “Ronnie.” I preached the same message of Christ to him, and after a long silence, he said, “Sir, I believe that.” I s a i d , “Ronnie, wouldn’t you like to ask Jesus Christ to come into your heart right now?” He said, “I sure would.” I wish you could have heard the prayer that came from that man’s heart. The following night a friend of mine and I went down to the tavern
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