Today I got to talkin' with a couple of young guys at a busstop. They were semi hip, and were being slammed with weather in their faces. It was cold, but we had fun. When we got on the bus, I started earing with the plough of the Bible. One listened more intently than the other. The younger one. I was able to share the whole Gospel with him before he took off.

There was another fellow on the bus in the backseat. I got up & moved to the back seat on the othere side of the bus. We got to talking ... turns out that he speaks Somali as his second language and his parents are from Somalia. He claimed to be a Muslim, but not too strict about Islam. Most of the conversation centered around the need for someone to pay the sin-debt that we have. Atonement is necessary for God's forgiveness to be of any effect in our lives. The blood of Christ must be applied to the doors of our heart if we want to feast with him on the last day. Overall, it seemed like a productive time. He took a tract and was willing to read it.

He read a little from Psalms 22 and correctly ascribed that to Jesus. May Ah. come to know the Messiah personally.

He left to visit a relative ... I continued on, with a song in my heart.