I can’t tell you hours I cried wishing someone would go with me. Sure some go for something to do. Some go thinking they’ll gain some measure of Christ. Some go because they know it’s the right thing to do. Or fame.
But to get someone living right and cares for the souls of men? I’m crying again
Street preachers almost have to be fiercely independent. To stand in front of actual threats physical & spiritual. And the mental fight and conviction. It’s is easy to get hard hearted. Maybe I preached to 100,000 and prayed with a couple dozen to get right with God. And of course the months I’ve spent with new believers. This we’re I’m at. I’m broke and in the trenches and happy and challenged beyond I am able and fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams. Strategically positioned. The hell of last month is this months table land.