A Gangster for Christ

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From POWER – August, 1944 Part 4 for August 27 Vol. 2, No. 8 Published in 4 Parts

*When POWER heard the remarkable story of George Mensik’s conversion we knew at once that it would be of intense interest to all our readers. But POWER well understands and thoroughly sympathizes with George Mensik’s desire to keep his past in the past. There is only one reason now why he permits the story to be published here: that it might help some teenager turn to his Saviour.

Danny Stanton, notorious big-time gangster in the Chicago area for a number of years, had been filled with shotgun slugs and the police were on the prowl to pick up the most likely assassin. They thought they saw one in the person of George J. Mensik as he drove his car along Washington Boulevard that Saturday afternoon on his way to the Fishermen’s Club in Cicero.

The police forced him to the curb, asked what he knew of Danny Stanton.

“Haven’t seen Stanton for six years,” responded Mensik.

“Where ya’ goin’?” they demanded.

“To the Fishermen’s Club in Cicero,” Mensik replied.

“Likely story,” said the officer. “There are no fishermen out there! They’re down at the lake.”

“These fishermen are Christians who call themselves ‘fishers’ of other men,” explained Mensik.

By this time Mensik had been frisked for concealed weapons. Once pocket yielded his Bible, another a package of tracts. At the police station he was plied with more questions because it wasknown by headquarters that at one time he was a Danny Stanton henchman – before he had taken Christ as his Saviour. Mensik urged the officers to phone the Fishermen’s Club at Cicero Bible Church and check up on him. They did, and E. F. Gibbs, business manager of the church, picked up the phone.

“Why, yes, we know George Mensik,” said Gibbs. “He comes here nearly every Saturday afternoon for a meeting of the Fishermen’s Club. Its members are men who have been saved from sin by-“ The officer hung up. He had heard enough. Mensik was released. But before he left he had given his captors a straight from the shoulder testimony as to why he left the underworld and became a Christian.

He began a life of crime at the ripe age of nine. George came from “back o’ the yards” in Chicago, which meant a tough neighborhood. He was one of 12 children. HE knew nothing of the Bible; in fact, hadn’t looked within its pages. Wasn’t his religion enough to take him to Heaven? George thought so!

From nine to 18 George developed big-time technique. He organized his own gang and was in and out of reform schools like a jack-in-the-box. During prohibition days he turned to beer running, driving a truck for a notorious bootleg character.

There was a string of burglaries to the gang’s charge. Ransacking homes became routine, stealing cars simply a change to break monotony. He and his gang were picked up periodically, but the police couldn’t prove anything. There always was a lawyer smart enough to get them off, one who knew how to “get to the judge.” The cost was heavy, of course, but it was a lot better than serving time.

A payroll stick-up was one job on his gang’s schedule. They carried machine guns wrapped in newspapers laid across their laps as they drove to the scene. Their plans miscarried, however, for the truck bearing the money failed to show up.

On another occasion George drove the car which carried a contemporary gangster on what was to be his last ride. The body was dumped off in front of a hospital. The intended victim lived. Some six months later, as George and another underworld character who was principally responsible for the attempted bump-off stood together in a saloon, the now recovered “corpse” walked in. George’s companion and the newcomer saw each other at the same instant, drew their weapons, and a few minutes later both lay dead on the floor. By the time the police arrived the “evidence” had vanished – mysteriously.

George Mensik lived with his wife and five-year old daughter on the south side. Mrs. Mensik was not well and in 1935 faced a serious operation. At the hospital a few days before the operation she began to tap the ether waves, via her radio, for a program offering help and comfort. She brought in the noonday broadcast of the Christian Business Men’s Committee from a downtown Chicago theater. The gospel message touched her and she accepted Christ as her Saviour a few hours before being wheeled into the operating room.

Six months later little Shirley, seated at the radio listening to the K.Y.B. broadcast by Aunt Theresa over WMBI, also opened her heart to Christ. That made two Christians in George Mensik’s home to pray earnestly for his salvation.

George saw a change in his family. Something had taken place. One day he came upon his little girl praying.

Fearful, lest he would be angry, she timidly explained, “I’m praying for you, daddy.”

Surprised, he asked, in a less harsh tone, “Why are you praying for me?”

“Well,” she said, “I love you, and Jesus loves you, and we want you to be saved.”

“Deeply touched, the hardened father stammered. “You just keep on praying for daddy.” Every time he recalls that scene today, tears fill his eyes.

God was working on George Mensik. One day in early 1937 he told his wife and little girl that he would go to church with them. They had not attended church since they became Christians and did not know just where to go. The radio provided their “church.” So a letter was written to the office of the Christian Business Men’s Committee asking for a suggestion as to what church they might attend. Instead of a letter, the Mensiks received a visit from F. G. Zorn, at that time executive secretary of the committee. There he learned the story. He recommended the Marquette Manor Baptist Church, not only because it was close by, but also stood for evangelical Christianity.

That is why on the morning of February 28, 1937, Mrs. And Mrs. George Mensik and their daughter walked inot the church. Rev. M. A. McCone was preaching during special services. Back home at the dinner table, George looked at his wife. “Did you tell that preacher anything about me?” he asked. She never had seen or known the evangelist before. Her husband was curious. The preacher seemed to talk about him all during the sermon. George decided he would go back that afternoon to check up. Again, the message seemed for him alone. Mensik left the services deeply stirred.

At the door Pastor E. O. Odegard grasped his hand warmly. He asked Mensik if he were a Christian. George assured him that his wife and daughter were Christians. Mr. Odegard saw at once that he had a real opportunity to present Christ and pressed his advantage. He invited Mensik downstairs to a quiet room where they might talk as man to man. Before they left the room another sinner had turned to the Savior.

The announcement at home struck joy to the hearts of his family. Now the three could be united in fellowship and prayer. But George knew only how to make his living by his wits. At that moment he was a card dealer in one of Danny Stanton’s gambling joints, and for two and a half months afterward he worked steadily at that job. Then, one afternoon God spoke to him: “What are you doing here?” George stopped, realizing for the first time that as a Christian he had no business in such a place. He shoved the cards across the table to the boss and said he was through.

“What’s the matter, aren’t we paying you enough?” asked the surprised operator.

“I’m getting plenty,” explained Mensik, “but I took Christ as my Saviour a couple of months ago, and I don’t belong here. I’m leaving!” And he did.

When he told his wife he ad given up his place as a card dealer, she said, “Thank God! I’ve been praying that you would.”

The first job George landed was as a night watchman with a mail order house. Several months later he was told he would have to carry a gun. That meant obtaining a permit from the detective bureau. Apprehensive of what might happen next, George went with a company official to the bureau where he was listed, under his right name and several aliases. In a few minutes his record was dug up. It was bad. There would be on permit. The mail order official was sympathetic but told George that, of course, the job was off until he could clear up his record.

Back home he sat down and wrote a letter to Chief of Detectives Allman, acknowledging his past life, but recounting his conversion and asking if the chief wouldn’t intervene on his behalf. He needed an honest job. That night George took the letter to prayer meeting, and the entire group went to its knees.

A few days later a reply came from Chief Allman. Mr. Mensik was to return to the Detective Bureau and renew his application. He asked four Christian business men to accompany him as character witnesses. There, before his amazed eyes, the bureau officials not only granted him the desired permit, but removed his finger prints and photographs from the crime files, and destroyed them.

Mr. Mensik heard about the Fishermen’s Club in Cicero and began to attend Saturday afternoon meetings. He was thrilled with the testimonies of twice-born men, some of whom were saved from lives of deep crime. Their fellowship gave him courage and zeal to win others. He applied for membership and found that the application form had a catch in it for him. No smoker could be a member! George was a heavy smoker, chiefly of marijuana. The form stayed in his pocket for ix months. One Sunday evening as he stood outside the church he decided on the basis of Philippians 4:13 that he could get along without his smokes. He destroyed all that he had.

Today this man is greatly used of God to point other men and women to his Savior. Frequently he is invited by churches in other cities to spend a weekend there, testifying for Christ. He has witnessed in a great many rescue missions, hospitals, jails. For four and a half years he has been employed by a steel company in the Chicago area.

His employers permit Mr. Mensik to carry on his gospel work in whatever way he desires. Once a week at two company plants he holds a shop meeting. The company pays for all supplies for a tract rack maintained in the plant, and they have provided him with $150 to spend for soldiers’ Bibles. Every afternoon a prayer meting is held by the 17 plant Christians, some of whom are Mr. Mensik’s converts.

George Mensik is a living demonstration of the power of God in the life of a man saved from the depths of sin.