The Man from George Street, Part 9

Here (in the last post I will be making until the new year) is the last installment of a series on an exceptionally effective evangelist from Syndey, Australia:

"Well, eight months later, that Crystal Palace Baptist pastor was ministering in Sydney, in Gymea, a southern suburb of Sydney. And he said to the Baptist minister, “Do you know a little man, an elderly little man, who witnesses and hands out tracts in George Street?”

"And he said, “I do. His name is Mr.Genor—G-E-N-O-R. But I don’t think he does it anymore; he’s too frail and elderly.” The man said, “I want to meet him.” Two nights later they went ‘round to this little apartment, knocked on the door, and this tiny frail little man opened the door. He sat them down, made them some tea, and he was so frail he was slopping tea into the saucer as he shook. And as he sat with them, this London preacher told him all these accounts over the previous three years. This little man sat with tears running down his cheeks. He said, “My story goes like this,” he said, “I was a rating on an Australian warship and I lived a reprobate life. And in a crisis, I really hit the wall, and one of my colleagues whom I gave literal hell was there to help me. He led me to Jesus, and the change in my life was night to day in twenty-four hours. And I was so grateful to God; and I promised God that I would share Jesus in a simple witness with at least ten people a day as God gave me strength. Sometimes I was ill, I couldn’t do it, but I made up for it at other times. I wasn’t paranoid about it. But I have done this for over forty years and in my retirement years, the best place was on George Street. There were hundreds of people. I got lots of rejections, but a lot of people courteously took the tracts.” And he said, “In forty years of doing this, I’ve never heard of one single person coming to Jesus until today.”