
Others who were less enthusiastic about the message we were delivering
were still delegated the power of the gospel message in the tract format (the
short sweet and to the point message of salvation which was written in the
individuals native language for their convenience) I encountered and got to
share with tourists from across the nations. 300 of us went out that day, and
Gods multitudinous power radiated through each of us, turning numbers into a
meaningless ordeal, that whole town was bombarded with the truth of God. I
don’t think I can thoroughly explain this, but I would like to attempt to give
you an understanding, so just try to bear with me. As I walked through the
town, all of Rome, stopping many to hand out tracts to them, on several
occasions throughout the whole of the city I stopped random individuals. In an
attempt to give them tracts, they stubbornly refused saying no no no , then
slyly pulled a tract out of their pockets as they wryly smiled at me and said
“I’ve already been given one of those today” Just imagine the odds of that
happening on several occasions when you are walking through a city filled with
millions. That is more than a coincidence.