Over the last two weeks our evangelism team staked out territory in three separate hometown fairs. At the Redondo Beach fair we were positioned directly across from the Democratic Party’s booth replete with a life-sized Paris Hilton cut-out. We handed out over 10,000 Gospel tracts in two days. At another fair in Lomita, our booth
(Read part 1 of 5 here) I didn’t mean to do it. Really. I just lost track of time. I had great intentions… Uh, what is it they say about excuses? It was a simple errand. My wife Karen requested that I take the picnic stuff back to the car while she and the kids
I will be enjoying a few days with my family in a San Diego Bed & Breakfast, but will be back on Thursday, June 28 to post an interview I had with a hypnotherapist who got a bit perturbed at my line of questioning; it’s called “Hypnotist Hell.” In the meantime, enjoy some of these
Friday the 13th, Part 1
The day lived up to its name. I’m not superstitious—I don’t knock on wood; I walk under ladders; and I always make it a point to step on cracks. But there was something kinda funny, kinda strange going on when I walked into Peet’s Coffee for a large caffeinated beverage last Friday the 13th. Now
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