I cannot count how many of your "tracts" I have sent to the trash can over the years. I read them, then threw them away. It was inconceivable that anyone could take that nonsense seriously. The characters were grossly distorted, the message too intense and urgent, and the things seemed to be everywhere. They really annoyed me; but I read them.

Last Christmas Eve, Jesus confronted me personally and I gave my life to Him. It`s impossible for me to describe; but then I`m sure you know what I mean.

This evening I was at an auto parts store and I saw The Sissy almost buried under a box. I took it out and read it; what a difference this time. The message is intense and urgent because it is; salvation is there and it`s so simple.

The old trucker character is drawn exactly like I used to feel; angry and violent with ignorance. His idiot sidekick reminds me of all those people who are so easily lead and bullied by the world. I couldn`t hold back my emotions and cried silently to myself as I read the last page and the prayer of salvation.

What a price Jesus paid for me. Such love I cannot begin to understand. Only in eternity will you folks know how many souls you brought, directly or indirectly, to Our Lord. I was stubborn and took 52 years; and those annoying little tracts followed me wherever I went.

Never stop what you`re doing; and never think you don`t reach people.
—B Hackett, E-Mail