The streets of Los Angeles is my favorite place to preach.  The one place where we were preaching at is in front of Los Angeles Korean Baptist church.  Like many Southern Korean Baptist churches, they will talk about Jesus and give the sinner's prayer, but their members do not see the clear message of salvation.  I saw four teenagers, who attended that church, walk by the street.  I gave them tracts and asked them if they knew they were going to Heaven after death.  Of course, like many Southern Baptists, they answered, "Yes."  I asked them, "How do you get to Heaven?"  They gave me all the answers that they learned from a typical Southern Baptist church.  "You believe Jesus is the Son of God."  "You ask God for forgiveness of sins."  "You must say the sinner's prayer."  "You accept Jesus in your heart."  I told them that all religions do the same things, but they are not going to Heaven.  As for "accepting Jesus in your heart" business, I asked them what did they mean by that term, because many religions say they do that as well, but do not actually accept Jesus in their hearts.  (There was an incident when my father asked a Catholic about how to enter Heaven.  The Catholic said it was by accepting Jesus in the heart.  But he later said it was by good works!)  The four teens could not explain about how to get to Heaven.

While I was preaching the gospel on the street, a few teenagers with their skateboards approached me.  I handed them gospel tracts, and one of them asked me, "What are you @%** doing?"  I ignored his cussing and replied that we were showing people how to get to Heaven and to escape from Hell.  The teenagers laughed at me, and I warned them about how dreadful Hell will be for them throughout eternity.  They laughed, and one of them tore the tract to pieces.  They went away with their skateboards while mocking me.  I preached at them about God recording those sins at the Judgment and they would be without excuse.  About ten minutes later, they returned and brought an adult with them.  I thought the teenagers brought the adult to stop our street preaching, but thank God, they just passed us by and mocked us. 

I continued preaching at the street corners, but those teenagers went across the street and kept cussing loudly.  Of course, my voice was louder and clearer than theirs, so their screams did not bother me a bit.