The “Prophetess” grabbed the million dollar bill Gospel tracts out of my hand then jammed them down the front of my shirt. Still, I kept my attention focused on the crowd at the bus stop, who stood not-so-silently as I preached the Gospel message…
This was just one of the reactions from the captive audience as we preached in the open air at the shuttle bus stop during the Fiesta Hermosa… a wild, drunken, pagan bacchanal that takes place Memorial and Labor Day weekends in the South Bay.
Tune in later this week for a report!
(The story about the other angry lady from Peet’s coffee will also be later. I still need some more info… you’ll see what I mean…)