Your Most Interesting Door Knocking Experiences

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Anywhere.  Not only while at HAC.

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Door knocking in Gary, In.  Man came to the door.  It was middle of the day but his pupils were closed (drugs?).  Had the look of a demon on his face and a pistol in his pants.

"Sorry.  Wrong address."
 
Went to pick up a young man for church.  He was around 12-13.

He lived in a mobile home park.  As usual, I went to the front door, which happened to be a sliding glass door.

I knocked.  Waited.  Knocked again.  Waited.

Then his mother walked into the living room.  Naked. 

I'm guessing she didn't hear the door knock!
 
Met a nice lady when door knocking.

Said I would like to come back when her husband is at home.

Came back.  I asked if her husband was home.

"Yes, he is".  She invited me in.

While sitting on the couch, I asked: "Where's your husband?"

"He's hiding in the garage."
 
Man opened the door.

We introduced ourselves.

Man started to cuss and swear and told us to never come back.

We walked back to the sidewalk and met our pastor.

"How you both doing?"

"That man in this house is waiting to speak to you.  We told him you'd be right there."

We ran.  Laughing.
 
After graduating HAC I was working in the bus ministry of a church.  We would pick up a 8 or 9 year old boy from a trailer park.  We would talk to the mom at the door each Saturday.  The smell was not good.  On one hot July Saturday we knocked on the door.  A man yelled, "Come in!" We opened the door and stepped in.  The smell was so overpowering that it made my eyes water.  I took a deep breath and quickly asked if the boy would be riding the bus.  The man answered.  We got out the door as quickly as possible without saying a word to one another.  When we reached the car both of us began to gag and have the dry heaves.  It was several minutes before we could get into the vehicle. 
 
Door knocking with Doug Weldon (a HAC grad).

A woman opened the door.

We introduced ourselves.

"Oh, I am a retired Catholic nun."

"Do you know if you.........."

"You see, I am a retired Catholic nun."

Yes, but if you died today........"

Then her niece came to the door, asked us who we were, cussed at us, and told us to get out.

I thought Catholics were loving?
 
I have an article  somewhere I wrote for Mrs. Barber's class about a big  guy in Gary that grabbed a petite lady staff member known for her giggling. When he grabbed her, I did everything contrary to my nature by running into him, shoving him aside and heading out of Dodge ... or at least to another street with the ladies I was sworn to protect.
 
Twisted said:
Door knocking with Doug Weldon (a HAC grad).

A woman opened the door.

We introduced ourselves.

"Oh, I am a retired Catholic nun."

"Do you know if you.........."

"You see, I am a retired Catholic nun."

Yes, but if you died today........"

Then her niece came to the door, asked us who we were, cussed at us, and told us to get out.

I thought Catholics were loving?
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Catholics are as loving and tolerant as Muslims are peaceful.
 
A drunkard who I had attempted to witness at his door numbers of times & never saw without a beer in his hand as he told me to get lost. This guy had never come to church but he was the husband of 1 of faithful ladies & the dad of a teen in the youth group threatened them to the point of getting the police involved, arrested & thrown in the hospital security ward.

She called the pastor. He asked me the assistant to go with to visit while he was drying out.

We got in, he was broken & talkative.

The pastor started witnessing........each question he answered he looked at me.  So I picked up the conversation & lead him in prayer to receive Christ as Savior. He never drank again, was faithful to all the services of our church for the next 20-25 years till he went to heaven.

That was a Wed morning. At the PM service the pastor told the story. Later he told me he was irked at me as he wanted to be the one to win him.
 
fishinnut said:
A drunkard who I had attempted to witness at his door numbers of times & never saw without a beer in his hand as he told me to get lost. This guy had never come to church but he was the husband of 1 of faithful ladies & the dad of a teen in the youth group threatened them to the point of getting the police involved, arrested & thrown in the hospital security ward.

She called the pastor. He asked me the assistant to go with to visit while he was drying out.

We got in, he was broken & talkative.

The pastor started witnessing........each question he answered he looked at me.  So I picked up the conversation & lead him in prayer to receive Christ as Savior. He never drank again, was faithful to all the services of our church for the next 20-25 years till he went to heaven.

That was a Wed morning. At the PM service the pastor told the story. Later he told me he was irked at me as he wanted to be the one to win him.
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What a great story!
 
Went bus calling in a different apartment building, we knocked on the door and the man invited us in. Shortly after that, he pulled out a machete. I ran down the stairs while my friend stayed, witnessed to him, and then ran down the stairs.


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Went bus calling with a friend, when the door opened a Hispanic woman answered the door. Turned out, she had numerous dogs. They all began to bark. The smell of that apartment hit me like a brick.


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When in Fishermen's Club at FBCH, I was out going door-to-door with 1 of the deacons.

The night before we got about 3 feet of snow & it was snowing as we we trudged through the snow and up to the front door of an older lady who couldn't even open the door for all the snow on her front doorstep. She looked out and said what is wrong with you Baptist, don't you realize where the middle of a storm ?

I looked at my soulwinng partner and said the lady's got something there . I'm going home . and I went home.
 
I once took a small church as pastor which had an old Dodge van like every IFB church ever). My son was 15 & asked me  if he could start a SS bus route if I would drive him around & drive on Sundays. He had been a bus worker for years already.

I never made anything easy for him or the other kids. I told that I would only help if he did the visiting, if he promised me that he would not complain or quit until he went to college.

Just before he did leave for college he accidently left his soul-winning NT on top of the car & it fell off on the road. Some man stopped by the church & asked if I who who fishinnut's son was as he wanted to get the Bible to the right person. I told him that he is my son. He asked if I had read all the names of those he had won to Christ in the last 2.5 years. I had no idea he had recorded over 100 names of kids, teens & parents, most of whom had walked the aisle & had been baptized.

He didn't care who I was. He said he had read all those names & got under conviction of God for his lack of witnessing & wanted to meet my son and be like him. He wouldn't give me the Bible. He showed up at church the next week with his family to introduced them to my son.

 
fishinnut said:
I once took a small church as pastor which had an old Dodge van like every IFB church ever). My son was 15 & asked me  if he could start a SS bus route if I would drive him around & drive on Sundays. He had been a bus worker for years already.

I never made anything easy for him or the other kids. I told that I would only help if he did the visiting, if he promised me that he would not complain or quit until he went to college.

Just before he did leave for college he accidently left his soul-winning NT on top of the car & it fell off on the road. Some man stopped by the church & asked if I who who fishinnut's son was as he wanted to get the Bible to the right person. I told him that he is my son. He asked if I had read all the names of those he had won to Christ in the last 2.5 years. I had no idea he had recorded over 100 names of kids, teens & parents, most of whom had walked the aisle & had been baptized.

He didn't care who I was. He said he had read all those names & got under conviction of God for his lack of witnessing & wanted to meet my son and be like him. He wouldn't give me the Bible. He showed up at church the next week with his family to introduced them to my son.
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A great story.  But not a "door knocking experience".  Please swallow 2 goldfish for penance.
 
The director of an IFB missions board was preaching at my church & I asked him if he'd like to spend a couple of hours knocking on doors witnessing.

I was surprised to see him carry his preaching Bible......
 
I joined a local church after leaving the ministry of a well known IFB preacher. There was another preacher who had done the same. He had told me that he had purchased scores of JH preaching cassettes & they were from when I was at HAC.

This guy loaned a large number of JH preaching cassettes to the son of the pastor who preached all the Sunday PM services. The son would preach JH's sermons word for word & even use the same titles. I let this go on for about a month.

I asked the son if he'd like to spend an afternoon knocking on doors. We covered several blocks away from my car. That's when I asked him why he was preaching JH sermons. He denied doing so. So & started quoting the sermon titles & told him & knew he had been loaned the cassettes.

He got mad..........but I wouldn't back down & he finally confessed.  Things were just not the same there any more....we left a few months later after preachers in the area told me the pastor & his son were talking about me "backstabbing" them.
 
fishinnut said:
I joined a local church after leaving the ministry of a well known IFB preacher. There was another preacher who had done the same. He had told me that he had purchased scores of JH preaching cassettes & they were from when I was at HAC.

This guy loaned a large number of JH preaching cassettes to the son of the pastor who preached all the Sunday PM services. The son would preach JH's sermons word for word & even use the same titles. I let this go on for about a month.

I asked the son if he'd like to spend an afternoon knocking on doors. We covered several blocks away from my car. That's when I asked him why he was preaching JH sermons. He denied doing so. So & started quoting the sermon titles & told him & knew he had been loaned the cassettes.

He got mad..........but I wouldn't back down & he finally confessed.  Things were just not the same there any more....we left a few months later after preachers in the area told me the pastor & his son were talking about me "backstabbing" them.
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Obviously, the theme of this thread is lost on you.

Swallow 4 goldfish for penance.

 
Had a bus route in the early 90's, knocked a door of a faithful family and a man, whom I never met before and who just woke up, answered, I left a flyer and told him to let the kids know I would be there the next day.

Half way out of the building God impressed on my heart to go back and witness to him.  I dragged my partner and I went and re-knocked the door and told him exactly that.  He got saved that day, and ended up being bus worker of the year a few years later. 

 
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