If a man divorces his wife and she goes from him and becomes another man's wife, will he return to her? Would not that land be greatly polluted? You have played the whore with many lovers; and would you return to me? declares the LORD. Lift up your eyes to the bare heights, and see! Where have you not been ravished? By the waysides you have sat awaiting lovers like an Arab in the wilderness. You have polluted the land with your vile whoredom. Therefore the showers have been withheld, and the spring rain has not come; yet you have the forehead of a whore; you refuse to be ashamed. -Jeremiah 3:1-3

Were they ashamed when they committed abomination? No, they were not at all ashamed; they did not know how to blush. -Jeremiah 6:15

Friday, November 17th, 2011 marks one of those very rare times in my life. It was one of those times when proclaiming Christ a particular event happened, and when it did, I knew it was going to stick with me like a traumatic event I just couldn't shake. You never forget the atmosphere. You never forget the place. You never forget your feelings. You never forget the faces. Never the faces.

You know, I talk to a lot of people about Christ and I get a lot of different reactions. Everything on the emotional, intellectual, and spiritual scale you can think of I believe I've seen. Some are more frequent than others. Reactions of apathy, self-righteousness, plain 'ole unbelief, and anger are run of the mill in the south. But this one reaction Friday night was a rare one. I can only think of a handful of times this has happened and I bet out of a line of 500 people I could pick those same people out 10 years from now. Their faces are stuck in my brain. Those moments have been etched there and I've often asked God why.

It was a normal Friday night outreach and the night began for me with refuting basically a whole church youth group and older woman from a church in Conyers. They were all Oneness Pentecostals. The kids were rude and had terrible answers about the gospel. The older woman was long-suffering but very mislead. Our group had a few other conversations throughout the night and things were wrapping up.

Coming up the sidewalk were two young teens who were around 17 years old.

Brad, Allan and I were standing there talking about the Lord and I stepped aside and asked the kids as they were walking by if they knew what happened to them after they die. The things the shared over the next few minutes made the conversation just simply surreal. Here are a few of the things they shared with us.

They began by answering my initial question with a cocky and sure, "I'm going in the ground. I don't know about you." I then followed up by asking them if they believed they had a soul and they answered yes. I asked them if they thought there was a heaven and a hell and they answered yes. From that point on I began to try and show them their sin by using God's law as knife to cut through the hard outer shell they were putting up. Little did I know that this "hard outer shell" was just the tip of the iceberg.

During the course of our conversation I tried to explain to them that no one is worthy of God's mercy. They replied with a smirk, "I don't want God's mercy, man." Tawan, the teen boy, chimed in with, "Man, if you live for God you will be broke, and ain't gon' have a thing. I want to live for the cash, for the fame, for stuff like that!" In which he proceeded to point to a flashy car driving by with big shiny wheels on it. He said, "I want power and I'm gon' live it up here and I will deal with God when I get there and if he has any questions I'm just gon' tell Him like it is."

At this point, my heart was sinking with anguish and swelling with frustration at the same time. This cocky teen was blaspheming and taunting God right there in front of my very eyes. I felt like I literally saw him heaping up God's wrath with every word.

Keyanna then chimed in and said, "Do y'all think homosexuality is a sin and I'm going to hell for it?" We answered "Yes" to which she said, "Well $^%& I been sinning a whole lot then." Allan said, "It doesn't matter about homosexuality because you've already admitted to breaking God's law multiple times by lying, etc." She was unaffected. She was unashamed.

The conversation went back and forth for a few more minutes and it was finally wrapped up with them trying to give us "fist bumps" as they walked off and said, "Since y'all can't sin we gon' go sin for you."

We prayed for them immediately after they left. Their hearts were so hard that we never even came close to getting to the gospel. It truly would have been "casting your pearls before swine."

Brad, Allan and I were astonished and we all agreed that it was a surreal moment. We hadn't seen someone that hard hearted and revelling in sin so openly in a while. They literally did not know how to blush. They refused to be ashamed.

I've thought about this conversation and have prayed with tears for these two people and at the end of the day I learned two things from it all.

First, I believe God used this conversation to reaffirm the scripture about man's deadness in sin. I literally stood there with no hope apart from a sovereign God acting in mercy on their behalf.

Secondly, I am convinced that what these two teens expressed on the outside so openly and so unashamedly is 100% what all unbelievers express inwardly. These two teens were just consistent enough in their unbelief to live out their hearts desire. Many men mask their unbelief with morality, civility and "being nice." But God isn't fooled. He sees the cesspool of iniquity that is the unbelieving heart. No matter how hard you scrub the outside walls of the tomb, the fact still remains that it is full of dead mens bones. These kids just had the guts to live it out and not be ashamed of it.

If the devil was ever incarnate I believe it was that night. Please pray for them.