That's what happened this morning as I tried to talk to two women about the Gospel this morning on the bus ride. After I had gone through the first two questions of the GPT with the first lady, Joyce refused to acknowledge her sins--and only got laughed at.
The good thing is, she was laughing, too, because she knew she was lying.
"Have you ever told a lie?"
"No." (laughter from the mini-audience)
"Never in your life?"
"No, never." (more laughter)
"That's at least your second lie, right?" (sides a-splitting)
(After a calm) "So what does that make you if you tell a lie?"
(The girl sitting next to her) "A liar!" (more laughter)
"Have you ever stolen anything?"
"No. Now I've never done that."
(The first lady) "Oh, yeah, you did! You stole that candy bar from my house!"
Joyce had just been talking about how she planned to go over to that woman's place and swipe the last piece of liver that the woman had cooked the night before. Apparently, they are supposed to be friends, of some sort, but after a time, you couldn't tell.
They continued to pour blame on each other and make accusations. Finally, I had had enough:
"You know, the devil is the one who is called, 'the accuser of the brethren,' so you two need to stop pointing fingers and humble yourselves before God."
(Joyce) "Who are you calling the devil?"
(me) "Both of you."
(Joyce) "Oh. Well, I ain't no devil--she's the one--"
(Me) "Well, both of you are considered children of the devil when you do what the devil does." [John 8:44]
I gave them some further words of admonition, and I told them that I would be praying for them. Will you please join me?