THE DT's
by Ray Comfort


    Have you ever heard of the "DT's"? The letters stand for "Delirium Tremens,"
    and they come as a result of alcohol withdrawal. The DT's cause severe
    shaking, profuse sweating, paranoia, and produce frightening hallucinations.
    You will get the DT's when you go to your local fishing hole. (Christian DT's
    are "Discouraging Thoughts, and a "fishing hole" is a place where you go to
    deliberately share your faith.) The DT's will begin from the moment you think
    about going fishing. You will get the sweats, the shakes, paranoia, and you
    will have hallucinations of frightening pictures of terrible things to come.

    The Bible says that our fight is against dark and sinister demonic forces (see
    Ephesians 6:12). The area of the enemy's attack is our mind. In a sense we are
    like unconverted ex-alcoholics. They never see themselves as being free from
    the disease. Once an alcoholic, always and alcoholic. It is healthy to think
    like that because it makes them recognize their weakness. They have to
    understand that they will have a daily battle with the temptation to drink
    alcohol until the moment they die. That's how you and I have to battle the
    temptation to be paranoid about seeking the lost. Daily.

    However, there is a big difference for the Christian. Fear is one of the
    greatest possessions we have, depending on what we do with it. It can either
    paralyze or prostrate us. If it paralyzes us and stops us from sharing our
    faith, it becomes our worst weakness. If it prostrates us before the Lord,
    crying "Oh God I am so scared. Please help me to stand up for You," then it
    becomes our strength. It makes us trust in God. Our worst weakness then
    becomes our greatest strength. So always welcome fear to your doorstep, then
    slam the door of faith in its face. It doesn't need to come into your house.
    Just having it close at hand will make you pray.

    How to Beat the DT's

    One great key to personal witnessing is to be resolute. You have to realize
    that you have an incredibly important agenda, and determine that nothing is
    going to deter you. You have the mindset that you are going to have your mind
    set on seeking the lost. When the DT's come, you will know why they are coming,
    and you know how to deal with them. Your weapon is the shield of faith, and
    its function is to quench all the fearful and fiery darts of the enemy. Faith
    always overcomes fear. The "fear" that comes to your mind is that if you bring
    up the things of God, the stranger you have approached will think that you are
    a religious weirdo. But you know that if he dies in his sins, he will go to
    Hell, forever. Concern for his eternal salvation will help you ignore the
    DT's. Simply think of this reality--his worst case scenario is the Lake of
    Fire, yours is that a stranger will think that you are weird. So you must make
    your approach. You are able to do this because you are mentally prepared. That
    resolute preparation will help you fight off your fears. Your feet have been
    "shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace" (Ephesians 6:15, italics
    added). Your feet know where they are going, because of your preparation. If
    you are hoping for inspiration without preparation, you may just end up with
    perspiration.

    So, prepare for where you are going to take the conversation. You will greet
    the person with a warn and courteous, "Did you get one of these?" The "these"
    to which you are referring are gospel tracts. They are bait for your hook. If
    you don't have a good quality bait, you won't even get a nibble. When you get
    a bite on your bait, you then have to take control. Quickly pull in the hook
    with a confident resolve. You know where you want to go, so steer the conversation
    in that direction. You can do this, with practice. So come with me, and let's
    do some fishing.

    Quality Humor

    It's a warm Saturday afternoon, around 4:00 p.m. Long Beach Town Center is
    swirling with activity. There's nothing as exciting for fishermen as seeing
    the ocean's surface swirling, revealing that shawls of fish are just beneath
    the surface. Birds above the scene are another indication that fish are present.
    "Birds" in scripture are often "types" of the demonic realm. The enemy is ever
    present when fish are about to be caught.

    I walk ahead of our group and see a couple sitting on a bench. I don't hesitate
    for a moment because that will feed my fears. I have prepared. I know where I
    am going to go with the conversation, and that gives me comfort.

    "Hello. Did you get one of these?"

    They don't answer, but each take a million dollar bill tract. That in itself
    is an encouragement. I add, "It's great when you get the change."

    They don't smile, so I ask, "Where are you from?"

    The woman replies, "Indonesia."

    I'm consoled that their lack of evident response to such quality humor isn't
    personal. It's cultural.

    "That's a gospel tract? Have you had a Christian background?"

    They both say that they haven't, so I then ask, "Do you ever think about what's
    going to happen to you after you die? Will you go to Heaven? Do you think that
    you are good people?"

    They both do, so I take them through a few of the Commandments. I ask if they
    have lied, stolen, blasphemed and looked with lust. They had. They admit that
    they were guilty, heading for Hell.

    Because there was little verbal interaction, I took them through the gospel
    and their need of repentance and faith in Jesus. The woman looked at me and
    said, "We are Buddhists."

    I smiled and said, "That doesn't matter. Buddhism makes no provision to wash
    away your sins. Only Jesus can do that."

    I thanked them for listening and moved on. I had the consolation that even
    though there was little interaction, they had heard the gospel clearly, and
    that they were both still holding the tracts.

    I walked towards three teenagers who where sitting by a fountain. Once again,
    I took out three million dollar bill tracts, and gave a friendly, "Did you
    guys get one of these?" All three refused. That was unusual. So I used my old
    faithful "Check the other side." Curiosity almost always got a change of mind
    from someone who initially refused to take the tract. But that didn't work.
    They totally ignored my words. It's frustrating when fish don't bite, especially
    when you are using proven bait. Change of bait. I reached into my pocket and
    grabbed my faithful "Department of Annoyance" tract. This looks like a business
    card, and when someone coldly refuses to take a bill, I follow it up with an
    official-sounding, "This is where I'm from."

    Only one responded and took it. But this kid didn't even crack a smile as he
    looked at the card. That was unusual. I said, "I'm the director of the Department
    of Annoyance."

    Still no reaction. I reached for my wallet and did some sleight of hand. That
    made them smile, so I pointed at the card and said, "That's a gospel tract.
    Have you guys had Christian backgrounds? Do you ever think about what's going
    to happen to you after you die?"

    I was hoping for some response, and I finally got it. One of them looked at me
    and earnestly said, "We . . . don � speek English."

    The four of us laughed, and I left. It had taken me about three minutes to
    figure out that the lake in which I had been trying to fish was frozen solid,
    and that was the reason for the cold response. I wasn't discouraged that my
    icebreakers didn't work, because even seeming failures add to our experience.
    Besides, failures are relative.

    Latter Day Saints

    I spotted a couple sitting down with a young child. It was then that I suddenly
    got an attack of the DT's. In came the sweats, the shakes and the hallucinations.
    They were vivid and came with surround sound:

    "This woman may be open to the gospel, but her husband certainly won't be. He
    is buff, which means that he works out. His body is his god. He is puffed up
    with pride and therefore hates religion, and he particularly hates stupid
    religious fanatics who try to push their own narrow-minded brand of religion
    down people's throats. Besides, the little kid with them is a sure sign that
    it will be a nightmare to try and start any means of communication. It would
    definitely interrupt, wanting things, and perhaps even screaming loudly and
    making the whole attempt completely futile. I should just turn around and go
    home."

    I refused to change my course, because my feet were shod with preparation. I
    approached the couple, handing them a million dollar bill each and giving my
    usual spiel. She was friendly. He looked at me suspiciously. I said, "It's a
    gospel tract. Do you have a Christian background?" He said, "We are Mormons."
    Back came the DT's:

    "These were Latter Day Saints. See. They were schooled in their religion.
    Rich, educated folks. They are ready with a thousand powerful arguments about
    Mormonism."

    I took no notice, and asked, "Do you consider yourself to be good people? Do
    you think that you will go to Heaven?" They both did, so we went through the
    Commandments into grace.

    "Are you two married?"

    They weren't.

    "Are you living together?"

    They were.

    So I politely but firmly said, "That's fornication. And the Bible says that no
    fornicator will go to Heaven. If you died right now you would both end up in
    Hell."

    I paused and then said, "Thank you so much for listening to me. This is so
    important."

    The woman looked at me and earnestly said, "I know it." I told them that they
    needed to repent, trust in Jesus like they would trust a parachute to save
    them, and then read the Bible and obey it. They both seemed to be appreciative
    that I had taken the time to talk to them. I shook their hands and left.

    Next I saw three black youths sitting at a table at an outdoor restaurant.
    More DT's:

    "You can't just walk up and start talking to people who are sitting at a table.
    What are you going to do next -- sit down with them! That's the epitome of
    impertinence."

    Have you ever noticed what waitresses do when people are talking at a table on
    which they are waiting? They don't wait for a gap in the conversation. They
    butt in and say, "Are you ready to order?" Do their patrons get upset? Of course
    not. She's there for their benefit. She has an agenda. She's bold because she
    knows that she has what they want -- food.

    Here's a good tip. We have what the world wants. They just don't know it yet.
    We know it, so we can be bold. With God's help, we can make them hunger for
    righteousness. We have an agenda. They may think you are a little strange at
    first, but experience will teach you that you can do it.

    I politely butted in on the three youths' conversation, "Did you guys get one
    of these? It's a million dollars. Cool huh?" They smiled as they each took
    one.

    "Would you like to see a trick?" They nodded, so I turned two one dollar bills
    into five. That impressed them. I pointed at the tracts and said, "Those are
    gospel tracts. Have you guys had Christian backgrounds?"

    They had.

    "Do you consider your selves to be good people?"

    They did.

    We went through the Commandments. They listened intently, understood that they
    were guilty, and that if they died that day they would go to Hell. I shared
    the gospel and then added, "You know guys, I have a lovely wife, and nice house.
    I would rather be there right now. But I'm not. This is because I care about
    you and where you will spend eternity. So please think about these things
    seriously." Their facial expressions showed me that they understood what I was
    saying. I shook their hands and left.

    The experience reminded me of when my associate ( Mark Spence) and myself were
    nearly kicked out of a restaurant in Chicago. Pizzas we ordered seemed to take
    an eternity to be brought to our table, so Mark and I excused ourselves and
    walked around the dozen or so tables, handed out Michael Jordan collectible
    tracts and did "The Light Show" for each table. The patrons loved it. They were
    even asking us to sit down and join them at their tables.

    As we turned around to go back to our own table, we were stopped by the
    manager and a big bouncer. The manager sternly asked, "What do you think you
    are doing?"

    I managed a smile and said, "We gave out some free Michael Jordan collectibles
    and were showing people our light show."

    He wasn't impressed. He said, "I want you to leave right now!"

    "Our whole party?"

    He looked a little taken back -- "Your whole party?"

    "Yes. There's ten of us. We're here with the local pastor and his elders. I'm
    their guest speaker."

    Suddenly we were more than welcome to stay. He didn't want to upset the local
    pastor. That may have upset the local church. And that may have upset his local
    income.

    My final Long Beach fishing session happened when I saw another three teenagers
    heading my way. Hopefully they spoke English. I resolutely stepped in front of
    them and said, "Did you guys get your million?" They grabbed one each.

    "Wanna see a trick?" They did. They were very impressed.

    "Those are gospel tracts. Do you have Christian backgrounds?" They were
    Catholics. I ignored the DT's about Mary, the pope, confession, purgatory,
    transubstantiation, etc., and instead asked if they considered themselves to
    be good people. They did, and after going through the Law one asked, "But what
    about asking for forgiveness?" I told them that that wouldn't help them. They
    needed to repent and trust in Jesus alone for their salvation. They were very
    sober.

    "You are young guys, and you are surrounded by sexual temptations. Get your
    heart right with God because you don't know when you are going to die."

    I told them that 150,000 people die every 24 hours, and that there was nothing
    more important than their eternal salvation. Afterwards they were upbeat and
    seemed to appreciate my concern for them.

    Our team (made up of two members of my staff -- Dale and Anna Jackson -- and
    three of their friends) then met in a well-known coffee shop, and we compared
    fishing stories. We spoke about trying to fish on ice. The ones that got away.
    Nibbles and bites. And of course, the DT's.


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