He never preached a sermon but was always reaching out to the lost. He was a wonder. John Vassar was one of the greatest personal evangelists of the nineteenth century. John was invited to help a preacher do outreach in his town. This preacher met Vassar at the railroad station. As they were walking to the hotel where John was to stay, they passed a blacksmith shop. The Pastor said to Vassar, “There’s a blacksmith in there. He’s got a huge influence over the people here, but he will never come to church. If we could only win him for Christ, he would bring many to Christ.”
Vassar asked, “Have you talked to him?”
“Oh no, we are afraid of him. He is aggressive and will use awful language on any preacher who comes near him.” He said,
“Just a minute, Pastor,” Vassar said, “Let me try to talk to him.” Vassar went in. The blacksmith was busily shoeing a mule — that is not a good time to talk about faith because they must concentrate on the job! But Vassar had the good sense to wait until the fellow finished with the work. By that time, he had disarmed the blacksmith’s harsh prejudice. In fifteen minutes, John had him on his knees, weeping like a child in repentance to God.
Vassar continued walking to the hotel where he was to stay. He registered, then strolled around, looking for somebody to witness to. He found a little reception room, and there sat a finely dressed lady. He walked up to her and said, “Lady, are you a Christian?” She said, “Yes, I am.” “I beg your pardon,” he said, “I didn’t mean that kind. I mean, have you been born again?”
“Oh,” she said, “we’ve gotten over that here in Boston.”
“Well,” he said, “lady, then you’ve gotten over Jesus Christ in Boston, too. That means you’ve gotten over God.” He talked with her until her prejudice was disarmed and tears trickled down her cheeks; then he said, “May I pray for you?”
She said, “I wish you would. God knows I need it, even though I’m a member of the church.”
Vassar prayed with her. As he did, sincerely wept in repentance. When he was done, he slipped out.
The fine lady’s husband came in and noticed that her eyes were red. He said, “Has anybody insulted you?” She said, “The strangest little man was here a little while ago, and he talked so nice to me about Jesus.”
He said, “If I had been here, I would have kicked him out and told him to mind his own business.”
She answered, “I wish you had been here. You would have thought he minded his own business. His business is a mission for his King to bring people to Jesus Christ.”
But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” Acts 1:8 NIV