Eight of us piled into our cars at about 7:30AM Tuesday morning to drive the 45 minutes to Fullerton and catch a train to Del Mar Racetrack, where we would feed 600 Mexican workers who live on the track in tiny apartments out of view of the public. This was an opportunity to show God’s
I was cleaning out my garage the other day when a man, obviously drunk, staggered over to look at my junk. Thinking that I was having a garage sale, he pointed to an old strand-cruiser leaning against a wall and announced, “I’m looking for bikes—like that one!” “It’s not for sale, but here’s a million
Unashamed, I stood in line outside Patrick Malloy’s, a party bar popular with the college crowd, and waited for my I.D. to be checked. I hadn’t done this in probably fifteen years, so I felt a bit awkward; but it was Happy Hour and I was ready to PARTEEE! The bouncer looked at my driver’s
How much adventure can a person experience in the “wilds” of Hermosa Beach? Quite a lot, frankly, especially if you want to preach the gospel on an Avenue designed for hard-core partying… I have made a commitment to share my faith for one hour each Friday evening between 5:30-6:30; I call this The Hour of
God of Starbucks
Occasionally, Christians will take me to task because I patronize Starbucks. The question goes something like this: “How can you as a Christian Pastor support such a liberal, homosexual-promoting, Godless business?” I even get emails that encourage boycotting this establishment. I have two very good reasons for buying my coffee at Starbucks… Reason # 1:
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