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The Cereal Brigade

Bus routes are soul winning gold mines. 

All you need are names, addresses and some bags of cereal. A gallon of milk helps, too. 

I call this ministry "The Cereal Brigade," which basically means that a team goes out with cereal, milk and the Gospel. If you're like me, you may not be comfortable knocking on the door of a stranger's home, but we're not exactly strangers when that door is on the bus route from our church. Someone from our bus ministry picks up the children from this home every week. That makes us welcomed neighbors!

After getting our assigned names from Bus Captain Austen, soul winning partner Micki and I stopped by the grocery store on our way to visit two families. Coupon in hand, we purchased six bags of cereal and two gallons of milk (It's an even better idea to backstock cereals when they're on sale, if you can). Armed with prayer, Bibles and food, we headed out to visit two Moms from Bus Route Seven, knowing that at the very least, our gifts of cereal and milk would be accepted. I have never had anyone turn down food gifts yet.

Having a GPS makes finding addresses so much easier, and makes it less likely that we'll be driving in circles! We plugged in the address and drove across town to meet two ladies whose hearts had been obviously prepared by the Lord. Since I didn't ask permission to share their names, we'll just call them Mom-One and Mom-Two. These dear Moms were like ripe fruit, ready to harvest. 

We started at Mom-One's house, and she had a lot to talk about. She struck me as a person who hasn't had a good conversation in ages. It's good to listen to people. We learn when we listen, and once we've listened, people are more willing to allow us to have a turn at sharing the Gospel with them. 

Try something simple like this: "Tell me about your spiritual life." An open-ended sentence such as this often brings out valuable information that will help you to understand the person's background and perspective. 

Mom-One described a hard life, filled with financial problems, illness, struggling adult children and more; but instead of hardening her, these things actually made her very open to the Word of God. After having an opportunity to tell us about her life and her family, this Mom was more than willing to have a brief "Bible study." Mom-One knew about God, but had never trusted Christ as her Saviour. Church was something on her "to do" list, but no one had ever opened a Bible and showed her how we are all "whosoevers" that simply need to call upon the name of the Lord and be saved.

It's amazing how many people have never heard that they are a "whosoever." 

"For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." (Romans 10:13)

Isn't it grand that there is no difference between one person or another in God's sight? "For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him." (Romans 10:12) There is something very encouraging about erasing the imaginary lines that people draw between themselves. No one can claim to be worthy of salvation, so we all have the same neediness when it comes to Christ.

By the end of our Bible study covering several verses of Scripture, Mom-One bowed her head, prayed and asked Christ to be her Saviour. It was a transforming moment in time. We invited her to be our guest at church on Sunday, and left her home rejoicing and praising the Lord for saving the soul of that Mom.

Next stop: The home of Mom-Two.

We crossed the parking lot and knocked on the door. And then we waited. No answer. We knocked again and waited. Just as I was about to give up, a voice behind the door asked, "Who is it?" Bus Captain Austen had told us that Mom-One would be very talkative, but warned that Mom-Two may not want to talk with us on the first visit. I was prepared to be turned away, but when this young Mom opened the door, she looked like a child herself. That brought out "the Mom voice" (you know, the authoritative voice that Moms have when we need to sound like we're in charge).

"Hi! I'm Brother Austen's Mom from First Baptist Church, and he gave us your name to stop by with some cereal and milk for your family."

Her eyes lit up with recognition (she later told me that she could tell that I was Brother Austen's Mom) and she invited us in. As we handed over the grocery bags, I asked her if she had time for a little "Bible Study." It's hard to tell people "No" when they're handing you gifts.

My teammate Micki got busy distracting three bouncing little girls, while Mom-Two and I sat down at the kitchen table and visited a bit before starting our Bible study. This Mom also described a hard life, but her life was harder a lot faster. At the mere age of 26, she already had three children by three different fathers. "I was looking for someone to love me," she said with a tone that was mingled with pain and confusion.

Can you understand that? It is possible to comprehend, with God's help. Like the woman at the well (John 4:16-18), this young lady had no husband, but plenty of men in her life. "I'm looking for God now," she told me with sincerity. Mom-Two started her search for God one week before we arrived, calling a phone line that provided Bible verses. As far as this Mom was concerned, God had sent us to her.

I'm convinced that she was right. 

After spending time in the Word, taking our time with her questions, there was a knock at the door. It was Bus Captain Austen, stopping by with the flier for Bus Seven. He arrived just in time to join us as Mom-Two bowed her head at the dining room table, asking Christ not only to save her, but to help her to learn how to live. There is something extra-special about listening to someone speak to Christ in their own words, pouring out their own heart before Him. And it's equally special knowing that God is willing to hear and answer such a prayer.

Guess who was sitting with me in Sunday school that next morning? Mom-Two. 

Would you like to start your own brigade? It's easy: Ask your bus captains for the names and addresses of the single Moms on their bus routes. If your church doesn't have bus routes, pick any family in need. Purchase some simple food items, prepare with prayer, and then head out with a partner to make the visits. You will be welcomed more often than not, and with your Bible in hand, you'll be ready to deliver spiritual food with physical food.

You can do the same thing with any kind of gifts: 
--Gas cards (if the family has a car)
--Peanut butter, jelly and a couple of loaves of bread
--Cake and ice cream (for a birthday of a child in the bus ministry)
--Grocery store gift cards
--Homemade baked goods

We can easily spend $10 per week on items that aren't necessities. How about designating those dollars for souls instead? It takes less than ten dollars to start your own Cereal Brigade. Not every visit turns out like these, but our job is just to go and tell, as often as possible. "So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase." (I Corinthians 3:7) We're just the "delivery people." The outcome is entirely up to God.

Set aside any discomfort about knocking on doors, remembering that the eternal destination of a soul may be changed by your special delivery.

"For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost."
Luke 19:10)


  1. Many of you write comments about our blog articles on Facebook, but since not all Keep the Heart readers use Facebook, I'll often repost them here. Thanks for your feedback!

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  2. Michelle Roepke: Thank you for this! Perfect timing as today I've put together a "12 days of Christmas" brigade, persay. Awesome how God speaks to our hearts and reinforces what He'd have us to do.

  3. Barbara Coffin: Thank you, I am going to start that for Saturday morning soul winning. Very encouraging.

  4. Jill Harris Turner: I love the idea of asking, "Tell me about your Spiritual Life"! I never thought about that before. It is non-confrontational, informative (if they answer), and people always enjoy talking about themselves, so it is perfect! Going to have to use that next time! Love the entire idea of bringing breakfast when you visit. What a great plan!

  5. Helen Burhans comment was first duplicated, then disappeared! Thankfully, I had copied it before it vanished. Thanks, Helen, for your valuable feedback:
    Thank you for this ministry on a personal level. I was a single mom and had never been married. I had seven children. I was "looking for love." I was actually looking for God. I thought I already had him. I was saved but had got away from him and Church. I bought a lie. I made God what I wanted him to be. It doesn't work that way. Through a series of unfortunate circumstances I found my way back to God. Thank God for the Reformers Unanimous Ministry and the First Baptist Church of Evart that ran it. I am now a member of the First Baptist Church. I am in my Bible too. I am thankful for all God has done for me and my family. I know these stories because I have lived them. I have been married for over 5 years. We have a daughter together and he has adopted my 2 younger children. My adult children love him too. There is hope in God! He is the answer. Thank you for caring about single moms, for loving us and not judging! God Bless you all!

    December 9, 2013 at 4:17 PM


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