I've heard stories about some who set out to prove the Bible false and ended up converted to Christianity, but never one qhuite like this! I found it in the text of a presentation given at The Shepherd's Conference, an annual event sponsored by Grace Community Church in California.

"There’s a story in the biography of George Whitefield about a man named Thorpe, who was a bitter opponent of everything that is holy. He and a group of his friends - all of them young, rebellious thugs—conspired together to mock and oppose George Whitefield’s ministry while Whitefield was preaching in Bristol, England.

George Whitefield had severely crossed eyes, if you have ever seen a realistic likeness of him. And these guys used to refer to him as “Dr. Squintum.” They called their little gang “The Hell-Fire Club,” and they disrupted meetings, mocked Whitefield on the streets and in public places, and generally tried to make his ministry a reproach in their community. Whitefield’s preaching had already made a deep and lasting impact in Bristol and these young ruffians hated him for it. So this guy Thorpe got one of Whitefield’s published sermons and took it to the local pub, where the “Hell-Fire Club” was gathered to drink together while they make a burlesque of Whitefield.

Thorpe was apparently pretty good at doing impressions, and he had all Whitefield’s mannerisms and gestures down pat. So he stood in the center of this pub and crossed his eyes and began to deliver a derisive rendition of Whitefield’s sermon. But in the middle of the sermon, the Word of God pierced his heart, and he suddenly stopped and sat down, trembling and broken-hearted. Right then and there, he confessed the truth of the gospel and gave his heart to Christ. His aim was to taunt and ridicule, but he accidentally converted himself! Or rather, the power of the Word of God penetrated his soul and cut him to the heart. He became a preacher himself and quite an effective because he knew so well the power of the Word of God to penetrate hardened hearts."

Ch Steve,

Josh McDowell was one of those I was thinking of in my post, and whose story I have shared on occasion. The story I shared speaks to the raw power of the written word of God and sort of puts our 'methods' in their proper place. I'm not slamming methods, just wondering if we don't sometimes give them too much credit. I certainly got a wake-up call when I read the story.

B4B