I am so sick to death of going to the post office only to see reems of Godly Chick Tracts piled up in the waste-paper bin. Needless to say, I lovingly gather them up for redistribution at a later date.
It also saddens me when some well-meaning yet insipid fool leaves Tracts at random telephone booths, only to have them carried away by airborn demons who litter the parking lot with them.
A bundle of Chick tracts in the wrong hands amounts to nothing more than a heinous waste of God's resources...but in the right hands, in the hands of a zealous and determined True Christian, they can become nothing less than an ever-flowing wellspring from whence gushes the soul-redeeming cataract that is the Blood of The Living Christ!! Glory be!!
Being aware of this, I have taken a more proactive tact when it comes to the distribution of this high-brow literature.
The key is to make sure the right tract gets to the right sinner. For example, if you decide that you want to introduce Christ to some deviant fag, don't just stick a tract about the evil joo under a random windshield wiper...go to the nearest gay strip club, have a couple drinks, find your mark and start stuffing his bulging leopard-skin thong with
these babies!
If Christ urges you to take your ministry a step further, invite the hateful queer to join you in a seedy little hotel room that charges by the hour, so that you can review the tract with him in private. If he resists you, try bribing him with cash. Some victories are hard won, but are worth it in the end! Praise Jesus!
I'd be interested in hearing some more innovative methods of bringing the light to those who haven't met Christ, and don't know Jack Chick...