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Samford vs UGA Saturday 9/16/17

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Kickoff was at 7:40 PM on Saturday so we arrived at the stadium around 4:30 PM and set up our equipment. We had a few new faces this week. Billy from Clemson joined us as well as Scott’s daughters. Scott, Chike and I preached as everyone else gave away Gospel tracts on the bridge. There was a lot of foot traffic, which increased as kickoff time drew closer. Hundreds, possibly thousands, heard the Gospel proclaimed for three hours, with many receiving Gospel tracts.Inline image 1

Although having one on one conversations can be a challenge before the games, there were a few on this Saturday. Before we began preaching a young man came and let us know that he was a Christian and a UGA student. He informed us that the students didn’t like preachers that come on campus and yell hate speech at them. We asked him to define what he meant by hate speech but he couldn’t seem to articulate what he meant and said he used the wrong term. Apparently it was “Hellfire and Brimstone preaching” that was offensive. Again, we asked him to define what he meant by that, and again he couldn’t articulate his definition of Hellfire and Brimstone.  Finally, Scott asked him what exactly was said that was offensive to him and again he couldn’t really explain himself. At this point Scott explained to him he was actually being offensive by coming up with his unsubstantiated accusations. I left the conversation at this point and heard the young man apologizing to Scott. To be clear, we are not against constructive criticism, but when you can’t even explain what you are criticizing, well, it isn’t very constructive.

It also seemed to be Mormon day at the stadium. Chike engaged two young Mormon girls and did an excellent job showing them how the Mormon church’s teachings contradicted Scripture. They talked for a while and were very polite young ladies.

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It was a wonderful day of evangelism and fellowship! We are thankful for the Saints who came by with words of encouragement and thankful for Scott’s daughters coming out!  Please pray for the young Mormons and everyone who received the Gospel!

Until All Hear!



Football Season Arrived in Athens Sept 2

Appalachian State vs UGA 9/2/17

We arrived at Sanford Stadium about 3pm. There was a pretty good crowd already on the bridge so Scott, Chike and I set up, prayed and I began to preach as they passed out Gospel Tracts.

I was preaching from Ephesians 5 on how marriage is designed to be a picture of the relationship between Christ and His church, and used that as a transition to the Gospel.

After I had been preaching for a while, the UGA tuba section came out on the bridge, as they do before every game, and played a bit. That was a little distracting but I managed to work through it. After they were done, a couple of guys came out, just up the street from us with a huge bullhorn, and began preaching so we had to work through that as well.
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Scott preaching at Sanford Stadium as Chike, Bobby, Hannah, Eden and Lydia offer Gospel tracts to fans. 9/2/17

Bobby, Hannah, Eden and Lydia arrived and Scott began to preach while the rest of us were offering Gospel Tracts to the fans walking by. Scott shared the Gospel and pleaded for people to repent and trust the Savior. Chike preached next and I went down to the Tate center, where the foot traffic was heavy, to pass out tracts.

There was a large crowd at the game so hundreds and maybe thousands heard the Gospel and hundreds of Gospel tracts were given away.
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Near the end a young college student came and appeared to be pondering doing something to our amp so I asked him if he was considering touching our equipment. He stated that since we were out there preaching(he called it something else) he had the right to touch our equipment because it was freedom of speech. I tried to help this highly educated college student understand that the First Amendment did not give him the right to damage someone’s personal property just because he didn’t like what they were saying. Hopefully he wasn’t a law student. 🙂

He insisted he wanted to watch the game and we were annoying him so I suggested he purchase a ticket and go inside the stadium. He suggested I do the same. When I told him we were not there to watch the game he asked me what we were there for. I told him we were there to preach the Gospel so he asked me to tell him what the Gospel was.

I thought the door had opened but as soon as I started explaining the Gospel he shut me down yelling, “Y’all are stupid because you don’t believe in abortion!” Where’d that come from? He ranted about that and Scott joined the conversation, but there was no reasoning with the young man. It deteriorated to the point where he started making very inappropriate remarks about my wife, which hasn’t happened in all the years I’ve been involved in street evangelism, until recently.

A couple of weeks ago in Athens another young guy did the same thing. Neither of them has ever met my wife and she was not with me on either occasion so I shouldn’t take it personally, but that’s one thing that I do not tolerate well. I mention this as a prayer request. Please pray that I will handle those situations better.

FYI, I did not beat the boy or hit him but I did, on both occasions, let them know they should be glad I was a Christian, because the old me would be beating them for saying that. See why I need prayer?

Pray for those who received the Gospel!

Until All Hear!


The Living Martyr

As I was teaching Bible Study on Wednesday night, I was reminded of a thought I have been pondering for a while. We were studying Genesis Chapter 18 where the Lord came to visit Abraham and Sarah, telling them that in a year they would have a son. The last portion of the chapter records the conversation Abraham and the Lord had concerning Sodom. God told Abraham that He was personally going to see if Sodom was as wicked as its reputation made it out to be. Of course God knew it was, He apparently was doing this for the sake of humans, not to gain more knowledge of the situation for Himself.

We see Abraham pleading with the Lord not to destroy Sodom if there were fifty righteous people found there, then he begins to count down the number, asking the Lord to spare it if there were forty-five and then forty, eventually coming to the number of ten. The Lord told Abraham he would not destroy Sodom, if ten righteous people were found there.

Throughout the dialogue we see, not only God’s patience with Abraham, but the humbleness with which Abraham was addressing God, saying things like, “Behold, I have undertaken to speak to the Lord, I who am but dust and ashes…” and “Oh let not the Lord be angry…” While it took courage and boldness, on his part, Abraham spoke humbly, acknowledging he was only dust. He did not go to the Lord, shaking his fist, demanding the Lord answer his prayer. He didn’t run off the list of things he had done for God and therefore demanding he deserved an answer to his request. Paul could have probably used this text as an example to the Roman believers as he instructed them on how to think of themselves. “ For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.”(Rom 12:3 ESV)

Now you may be thinking, “What on earth does that have to do with “Living Martyrs?”

Well, hopefully you will see in the paragraphs below. If not, at least you will see how my twisted thinking process works but may still be left wondering how I got from Abraham to where we end up.

First and foremost, there is no such thing as a “living martyr”. By definition, a martyr is someone who has been killed for their faith. So why name a blog something that doesn’t exist? Because many of us, at times, think of ourselves as martyrs, even though we really haven’t even suffered persecution, much less death. A more accurate term might be ‘Martyr Complex”. While technically this is associated with a person who seeks out suffering and persecution to make themselves feel good, here, I want us to think of it as more of an attitude toward ourselves and others, concerning what we do for the Lord and see others as NOT doing.

There was a time in my Christian walk, hopefully I have grown some and am not as bad as I once was, when I would tend to look down on my brothers and sisters in Christ that were not doing what “I” felt like they should be doing. I would go out and do evangelism and return only to look down my nose at those who named the name of Christ and yet had no desire to share their faith, or at least as far as I could tell. Yep, I was sacrificing my time for the Lord, while they came into the church service singing, “I Surrender All”, as I sat there calling them liars in my mind. After typing that, I’m not sure I want to even confess that I actually did that. What a jerk.

Thankfully, years ago, God began to work on me about this and so I began to pray for God to remove this terrible thought process in me and give me love and compassion. He showed me that, although sometimes a rebuke of believers is warranted, what I was doing was sin. Rebuking was not in my plans anyway. I was just judging them wrongly, to make myself feel better. It all comes back to that pride thing, doesn’t it.

I cannot point to a specific time, but at some point, I suddenly realized I wanted to be an encourager of evangelism, instead of a living martyr who passes judgment on other, less zealous, people. Since then God has placed evangelists in my life who are MUCH more dedicated, zealous and faithful than I have ever been, so I can have a constant reminder of who and what I really am. Like Abraham, I realized, and am still being reminded, that I am but dust and whatever I do for the Lord, it is reasonable and in no way makes me special. It is all about Him!

Now, do I still have the tendency to fall back into this trap? Absolutely! The Christian life is a struggle and I must be on constant guard to keep from slipping back into silliness, but enough about me. It’s time to judge you! 😉

Think about your life. What is it you do that tends to make you think you are better, or at least doing more for the Kingdom than others? This is a self-examination, so be honest with yourself and God. You may be called to do something for the Lord like go to a hostile country to be a missionary, for an extreme example. If so, do you look down on those who stay in the states and teach the middle school Sunday school class? Maybe you don’t look down on them, necessarily, but you know in your heart of hearts that you are really sacrificing more and serving God better. Come on, be honest!

That was an extreme example, so let’s get closer to home.
Are you a street preacher and you think you’re better than that Middle School Sunday School teacher? Wait, are we talking about me again? This is about you, remember?! Stay on task!

Maybe you’re a pastor and you look down on the guy that goes to the bar district on a Saturday night and preaches, telling yourself he’s doing absolutely no good, while you’re preaching the word of God to the saints!

Maybe you are a stay at home mom, who has sacrificed career for family and you think, “It must be nice to have a meaningful career and make money so you can drive a nicer car, instead of a minivan and have nice clothes etc., so you look down on the women with careers for being self-centered.

You may be that career woman. Do you look down on the stay at home mom?

You get the picture. PLug in your thing and see where you stand…

Let’s end by looking back at Romans 12. We looked at verse 3.
“For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.”

Now let’s end with the “why” we don’t need to be high-minded and make ourselves martyrs in our own minds.

For as in one body we have many members, and the members do not all have the same function, so we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another. Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, in proportion to our faith; if service, in our serving; the one who teaches, in his teaching; the one who exhorts, in his exhortation; the one who contributes, in generosity; the one who leads, with zeal; the one who does acts of mercy, with cheerfulness. (Rom 12:4-8 ESV)

Until All Hear!

I Couldn’t Believe What Happened to Me at the VA!

dscn4379.jpgLast Friday I had an oppointment at the VA hospital in Augusta for a medical procedure. Now you hear a lot about problems with the VA these days, but my experience has always been pretty good. I guess they could always do better but they have always been good to me.

Anyway, Kim and I showed up at the clinic and the nurse took me back to the prep room. They didn’t waste any time and had me get into the hospital attire and climb onto the bed. They proceeded to hook me up to different things and got my IV started.

As one nurse was doing all of this the other one began asking me the usual questions.

Nurse 1:Do you smoke.

Me: No.

Nurse 1: Do you drink alcohol?

Me: No.

Nurse 1: Do you do illegal drugs?

Me: No.

Nurse 2: Why not?

Me: What?

Nurse 2: Why not?

Me: Because there’s no future in it.

They were very nice and joked around to lighten the mood, which is always a good thing when you’re fixing to have a very invasive procedure.

After they were finished they told me the doctor would be in soon to get me to sign the consent form, so I just relaxed and began to ponder all the possible things they might find wrong with me. Nobody else does that, right?

While I was waiting they brought in another man and put him in the bed beside me. As they were getting him prepped I tried to doze off and just relax but I kept thinking how I would react if they found this or that, coming up with some things that I’m sure aren’t even possibilities. You see, I really hate having any kind of medical procedure done. Especially the kind where they take all your clothes and leave you in a hospital gown and your socks. TMI? Sorry. 🙂

Eventually the doctor came in and spoke with the other gentleman first, telling him the possible risks etc. And had him sign the consent form. They kind of new each other because the other man’s wife apparently works at the hospital. So, after the official business they chit chatted a bit and the doctor asked him if he could pray with him. First I thought, oh no, is this going to be some silly prayer to the universe or something? I know that’s terrible, but that’s honestly the first thing that came to mind. I was thinking, they must belong to the same universalist church of Satan or something. Anyway, the doc began to pray and it was one of the sweetest, loving prayers I’ve ever heard. It began with, “Heavenly Father” and ended with, “in Jesus’ name.”  I felt bad for my previous thoughts and thanked God for giving me a Christian doctor. That eased my anxiety a bit and I was thankful for God allowing me to hear that.

Then it was my turn. The doc came over and gave me the same schpeel about possible things that could go wrong, blah blah blah and asked me if I had any questions. After I assured him I was fine and had no questions he looked my in the eye and said, “Mr. Burt, do you mind if I pray with you?” I told him I would love for him to and he asked God to bless me and take care of me just as sincerely as he did for the man he knew.

I couldn’t believe it! I’m in a government hospital and this happened to me! I have never had a doctor or nurse EVER offer to pray with me! I thanked him again in recovery for the prayer and told him I didn’t think they would allow him to do that. He just smiled and went about his business.

Maybe by the title of this blog you were expecting another sad story about VA incompetence, but not this time. The entire process was done very efficiently and professionally. I have to say, my latest VA experience was excellent all the way around!

May God bless those who bless those who serve!


Oh, just n case you were wondering, my test went well and all seems to be good!