I saw him. He saw me. Dreaded Security. At the mall. Again. “Are you still handing out those Million-dollar bill Gospel tracts? You know that you are not supposed to do that,” 19-year-old Ryan stated flatly, his badge glistening in the setting sun. “Yes, I am,” I admitted, “and I will stop. BUT! I will
Stephanie McCullough, rushed into management’s office and politely asked for an application to set up a booth inside the mall. Stephanie felt that this was the ministry for her. She was undaunted by the 15-page application that she has to fill out every time she requests a table. It’s worth it! Why is it worth
Last Friday I had a hankerin’ to head down my block and wait outside the Catholic Church. It was nearly 1:00pm and I wanted to hand out Million-Dollar bill Gospel-Tracts to the faithful exiting the hallowed halls after their traditional Good Friday Service. My reasoning was this: For those who truly know the Lord, they
It was a simple greeting and a simple question. But a very strange reaction… Peet’s coffee is better than Starbuck’s, but since there isn’t one on every corner I patronize the place rarely. “Happy Good Friday!” I said cheerfully to the server at the counter. “Happy, uh, Good… Friday,” she replied haltingly. “Do you know
Here’s the question I posed last week: What would you have said to the postman named Diosdado (which means “God-given”) as he waited on you at the post office. Here’s what I said: I said, “Do you know what else is God-given? He gave His Son, Jesus Christ.” Then I gave him my 17 second