A testimony from Maritza about a group of seed sowers last weekend a the “Gay Pride” event here in town.
Connie, Robert and his friends Jake and Sam, and I attended the Gay Pride Fest. We split in twos and decided to start by walking around. I dropped three Million Dollar Bills on the table for the people manning the High Plains Unitarian Church booth where the Religious Education program is based on: faith in community, joy in spirituality, and use of the mind as if were a parachute (the mind works best when it’s open like a parachute). I gave a What if…I’m pretending tract to the lady manning the Episcopal Church booth. She had literature on the church’s support program for people with alternative lifestyles.

Robert witnessing at Gay Pride
As Connie and I were walking around, a teen girl said hi to me. It was Kirsty, 15. I met her at a church I used to attend. She has had difficulty in dealing with a drug/alcohol addicted mom who ultimately abandoned her. Kirsty lives with her 50-something father near Union and Platte. Ozias told me how Kirsty always had a hard time fitting in the church youth group and how other teens avoided her. When I met her, she was in need of an adult female friend so I took her out to lunch several times. We went over the Gospel a couple of times, but she always came across as I-know-I’m-saved-because-I-believe. We stopped having lunches because she never responded to an invite I sent her in November and December.
When Kirsty said hi, she was walking by me. She was sporting pink and blue streaks in her blonde hair.
“Hi. What are you doing here?”“It’s Gay Pride. (Duh!)” “But you’re a Christian. Being gay is against God’s Law.” “I gave all that up! I’m a lesbian now!,” she snapped as she picked up her pace. “You gave up Jesus?” “He never did anything for me!” “He doesn’t have to do anything for you. He already did everything for you by dying on the cross for you.” “I don’t care if I go to hell!” I continued to a couple of steps behind her as she would slightly turn her head over her shoulder to answer me, but then look away when I would talk back. “But hell is an awful place! Aren’t you afraid of dying? Hell is eternal.” “I don’t care. I’m living my life!” “But your life is temporary! It’s your eternity that we’re talking about! Aren’t you afraid of dying?” “I don’t care if I go to hell! I’m living my life the way I want!”
I must have walked a half block with her when I either lost her in the crowd or I let her walk away-I don’t know which.
The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck were standing on their ends. I was shaking. I was also mad. Kirsty’s statement, “He never did anything for me!” reminded me of Warrenesque teaching. The teaching that invites people to “try Jesus” as if Jesus were a used car that you test drive and then return to the lot if you don’t like it. I know for a fact that one of the adult leaders in the youth group Kirsty attended is all over the Purpose Driven Life stuff because Ozias is a witness to this. Ozias told me that at one of the meetings he attended there was a breakout session. The Purpose Driven adult leader told the kids sitting at the table with her to, “try Jesus for thirty days and if He doesn’t work out for you, I’ll give you $100.” Ozias dropped out of youth group soon after that and a month later, we left the church.
Though I shared the Gospel with about six other people later that day, I couldn’t shake off Kirsty’s words or the fear of her destiny. I kept thinking about how many teens are out there that are just like Kirsty. I’m not blaming that church or its youth leaders for Kirsty’s falling out. I simply want to point out the importance of biblical evangelism. Robert talked to a teen boy who was at GP by himself. The teen told Robert that he attended church service at a nearby church and that his mother knew that he was at GP.
Connie pointed out that many of the teens at the GP were probably there because they think it’s cool to be there and not because they’re practicing a gay lifestyle. It was also sad to see how many pre-schoolers and elementary age kids were at the GP with their parents and grandparents. GP is not a place for kids. GP is a perverted adult event in which children need not attend. As Seed Sowers and church members and leaders, we can help keep children out of events like these by teaching biblical evangelism to parents and their children.