Coffee bar and assembly.
In mean time I was still handing out tracts which brought me in contact with two persons who said they had a coffee bar too.
As the other coffeebar had now a group of people working there for the coffee evenings as well as the Sunday-night meetings, and they mainly wanted me to keep my mouth shut, I decided to help them.
The first Saturday was kind of a disappointment to me, because there were not really people coming. The first evening we were only with five of us. (4 workers)
Then they invited me for their Sunday meeting, which was held in the afternoon. I decided to go and discovered that the meeting also was only a handful of people, and the meetings for the last year contained only singing, praise, Bible reading, and singing again.
After the meeting they told me that the attendance had been declining for months and that their pastor didn’t like to come from the neighboring city anymore for just a few people. So there had not been a sermon for months.
Hearing this I offered them to preach next week. They liked the idea and so I did. After that first time they wanted me for the next weeks as well.
Weeks became months, and months became more than a year. In that time the church had grown to almost 100 people.
Then the pastor heard of the growth and came by on one afternoon. I can stil see him walk in, straight to the pulpit.
He pushed me aside and told the assembly, who had never seen him before, that I had no rights to be there and that he was the pastor.
I still had chance to tell the assembly that he indeed officially, that is on paper, was the pastor of this church, before I was chased away.
In about one month he again did not come anymore, as more and more people stayed away, but I was not asked back, because the pastor didn’t allow that. A few months later the church was closed.