During my ministry in South Africa, I came across a bachelor who hated everything that was Christian. He had a reputation for cussing preachers off his place. One day I realized that he had not been seen for awhile, so I decided to pay him a visit. Immediately, I was warned as to what kind of a reception I could expect. I went anyway.
Upon entering his home, I observed that he was a very sick man. Before he could say a thing, I tossed my hat down, prayed that God would heal him, and left.
A few days later he came to church. He was a changed man.
(How about that for a ‘church growth’ program! AW)