This morning I got an e-mail from the Kansai team saying they handed out ALL the tracts that were prepared for Saidaiji.
Tracting can teach you a lot about people, the area, yourself, and God.
Some schools instruct their students not to take anything on their way to school. Such locations are obviously really difficult to reach. We've had angry teachers come yell at us, kicking us off their neighborhood.
In other areas the students are really friendly and responsive, and our tracts vanish in a matter of 30 minutes. Or Kichijouji, on the other hand, is known to be a tough spot. Even GT veterans have a difficult time tracting there.
Students are more likely to take it when you make eye contact with them. Or if the leader of the group (who usually positions herself at the front of the group) takes it, the others tend to follow. Some throw it away right in front of you. Others have ripped it to shreds.
You quickly lose the enthusiasm.
Even one rejection can trigger a major disappointment.
You get to find out how difficult it is to be cheerful when your smile is not meant to be returned. You find out that you don't know what to say when handing out tracts. "Good morning," "Have a nice day!" "Please come!"... what else? Y
ou discover that your passion is invisible to the hundreds of high school students who walk by. You are puzzled because there's so much love inside you and the students just don't care.
It is then that you learn the heart of God.
It is then that you understand how He continues to pour out His love, despite the lack of response.
It is God's nature to love. And when we inherit even a little bit of his vast heart for the lost, we gain access to an inexplicable power that enables us to act similarly.
Perhaps I'm making too large of a statement just from tracting, but I cannot stop feeling this way, watching the team members persevere day after day, distributing what could be a ticket to salvation.

(Hisho Uga trying to attract a crowd during this morning's tracting at Minami Urawa Station)