One of the most strange and embarrassing sights at the “Fiesta Hermosa” last week was the conga line of Senior Citizen hippies, reliving their fist-thrusting days of yesteryear. The grandpas with gray ponytails marched lockstep beside the peace-signed grammies; their tight, tie-dyed tees barely concealed the terrifying results of six decades of gravity. Leading this
The following account is one man’s experience volunteering at our church booth at the very pagan “Fiesta Hermosa,” where we handed out over 15,000 million-dollar bill Gospel tracts and experienced blessings—and persecutions… By Jerry Shamburg This past weekend I was able to help with the booth at the Hermosa Beach Fiesta, a fun-in-the-sun fest with
Fakers. They say they are Christians, but exhibit behavior and habits foreign to the likeness of Christ. I run into these people all the time as I share my faith daily—and I’m always taken aback. At the risk of sounding judgmental I will now introduce you to some of these poseurs. And no, that is
The elliptical trainer was doing its work on me. Sweat dripped from my brow as I peered into the soft light of the gym at 24 Hour Fitness trying to distract myself from the exhaustion that accompanies an accelerated heartbeat. A big, ugly dude approached one of the weight training machines. On the front of
I saw the grandma standing alone at the local convenience store with a big jug of bourbon. It was only 10AM so I knew she had a problem. But I knew of someone who could help her… Dory took my million-dollar bill and smiled as she looked at it. “Boy, someone went to a lot