Lytle is ideally located about 23 miles southwest of SanLytle UMC
Antonio, so its residents can commute easily to their jobs and enjoy the small town atmosphere, as well as all the attractions of nearby San Antonio.
Lytle was founded in 1882 when a railroad station was established. It remained a township until 1951 when it became an incorporated city.
Present day Lytle is being called the fastest growing city in Atascosa County. The current population is estimated at 2,800, but city leaders feel it’s just a matter of time before Lytle’s population soars due to expected developments. With these new ventures anticipated in the near future and the already added population due to the annexation of Lake Shore Estates, this thriving city typifies its motto, “Lytle – A City on the Grow”.
Lytle, TX is home of Lytle United Methodist Church, where I had the opportunity to speak and present our two hour Basic Evangelism Training Seminar. I outlined the Pray, Learn, Go method we use at Bezeugen and then gave a charge to Lytle to reach the community “As You Go”.
- 8:30 Service (MP3)
- 10:45 Service (MP3)
Please pray for our friends in Lytle as they share the Gospel with their community. If you’d be interested in having us speak at your church or do an Basic Evangelism Training Seminar at your church, then please contact me.
I shared a poem called the Letter From Hell which goes like:
One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed and dreamed a very fitful dream. She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote a letter to her, and it was to be delivered to her by a messenger.
The messenger passed between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone that occupies Hell and found his way to the door that would lead him to the outside world.
Louise dreamed that the messenger walked to her house, came inside, and gently but firmly woke Louise. He gave her the message, saying only that a friend had written it to her from Hell.
Louise, in her dream with trembling hands, took the letter and read:
My Friend,
I stand in Judgment now,
And feel that you’re to blame somehow.
Never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in truth and glory,
But never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived together on the earth,
You never told me of the second birth,
And now I stand this day condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things, that’s true.
I called you “friend” and trusted you,
But I learn now that it’s too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.
We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the Light.
You let me live, and love, and die,
You knew I’d never live on high.
Yes, I called you “friend” in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to the end,
I cannot, now, call you “My Friend.”
Marsha
After reading the letter, Louise awoke. The dream was still so real in her mind and sweat dropped from her body in pools. She swore she could still smell the acrid smell of brimstone and smoke from her room.
As she contemplated the meaning of her dream, she realized that as a Christian, she had failed in her duty to “go out to all the world and preach the gospel.” As she thought of that, she promised herself that the next day, she would call Marsha and invite her to church with her.
The next morning she called Marsha, and this was the conversation:
“Hello Bill, is Marsha there?”
“Louise, you don’t know?”
“No, Bill, know what?”
“Marsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I thought you knew.”
