CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: The guy that spit on face
So I write up some of the things that happen. It’s not always safe. I do this in hopes some that want to “get…
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CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Ever feel like?
Ever feel like you’re from a different universe. A parallel universe. Sometimes everything is running congruent, even with the disjointedness and facades, bumps and…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: I had a battle yesterday
I had a battle yesterday, a skirmish, but the Lord visited me today. He took away the pain in my soul. Pain I didn’t…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Life is too funny
This life is too funny Interesting conversation tonight. Ended very well. I went for a walk with one of the guys. Two weeks sober….
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: A two cop night
You know you’re home. In the neighborhood when you get that sweet ganja smell. It comes from every corner seems like these days. I…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Out matched…
Here’s a borderline genius. IQ 167. Smoking several hundred dollars in crack everyday for a year. Has his own home. Several expensive motorcycles. His…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: The Rock of Offense
My daughter called. My grandson broke his new glasses. Second week of school. I was volunteering in a rehab for 5 weeks. I had…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: And HE cometh
“And he cometh, and findeth them sleeping, and saith unto Peter, Simon, sleepest thou? couldest not thou watch one hour?” – Mark 14:37 We…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Every way of a man is right
“Every way of a man is right in his own eyes: but the LORD pondereth the hearts.” – Proverbs 21:2 Nothing like tears and…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: They fought from heaven
“They fought from heaven; the stars in their courses fought against Sisera” – Judges 5:20 You know bad weather never stopped the dope man…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Beautiful upon the mountains
“How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: The hours I cried
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…