I was carrying a huge box of vegetables at the Farmer’s Market when a man in a wheelchair pulled up alongside. “Did ya hear about Tammy Faye Baker? She died. Did ya see her on Larry King? Those big eyes, skinny—now she’s dead.” I’ve had my run-ins with him in the past when handing out
We set up our dummy, Eutychus’ Sis, on the Redondo Beach Pier last Saturday to attract the crowds. People would stop in horror; we would preach to them. After three sermons by three evangelists, it was my turn. I gave it a go and when I finished, three policemen greeted me. Someone had complained about
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
Persecution By Percentages
(This is the conclusion of my 7-part Fiesta Hermosa perspectives series. Click here to start the series.) Five angry emails, two mean voice mails, and a nasty postcard were all I received from people offended at our open air preaching and Gospel tract distribution during the Labor Day weekend pagan celebration called Fiesta Hermosa. One
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