The bored young man stood behind the counter, head in his hands. It was Monday on Balboa Island in Newport Beach and business was really slow at the frozen banana stand. I popped my head in the service window and dangled a Million-dollar bill Gospel tract tantalizingly in front of him. “Did you get one
“Let’s go to the elevator for some ‘Inner Air’ preaching,” I suggested to my cohorts in Gospel crime. Richard is always agreeable and up for an adventure, Stephanie, too. In we went along with a small group of three or four others. I handed a Million-dollar bill Gospel tract to each of the unsuspecting passengers,
From time to time I get hassled by Security when handing out Gospel tracts in malls and other places. I’ve been chased by Scientologist Security guards on bikes in Hollywood; I’ve been told to stop witnessing to cancer patients on a beach in Malibu, escorted out by big guys with badges at the Galleria Mall
Jehovah’s Witnesses are a persistent lot. I’m continually amazed at their dedication to the cause of a false religion. Case in point: They were “pioneering” in my neighborhood again! They were just here a couple of day ago (see below). This time I was in a hurry and couldn’t hang around to chat for very
Open Air: Isn’t She Lovely?
Stevie Wonder once sang: “Isn’t she loooovely; isn’t she beauuuuutiful?” I wonder if he had our open-air dummy Eutychus’ Sis, in mind? Doesn’t she look just radiant posing with Craig “The Animal” DeLisle? After looking on Ebay and pleading with all my contacts to find a mannequin for our first official open-air preaching engagement at
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