We set-up our covert evangelism booth at the Redondo Summer Fair right next to the Democratic National Party booth. I cautioned my volunteers to not get into any political arguments, but to be gentle and respectful. Right across from us was a New-Age booth, and next to them a liberal United Methodist booth. It was
The veteran was mad and sounded like he wanted to take my head off at the Farmer’s Market, where I go each week with my daughters. “Let me ask you a question,” he said through clenched teeth. “Why do you preach to little kids; it just confuses them.” I hadn’t shared my faith with this
Same day at the Market. I handed two million dollar bills to an older couple, right after the incident with the angry vet. “May I ask you the million dollar question,” I said to the man while the woman stood back. “Sure” he said cheerfully, as he examined a piece of soldering wire he held
Same day at the Farmer’s Market. I said to my two girls, “Let’s pray. There’s some strong opposition today. We did. We spotted a bunch of middle aged people from the inner-city having a BBQ celebrating their sobriety. We handed them some million dollar bill gospel tracts which they took enthusiastically. We chattedand laughed. Three
His last words were: “How about this for a headline for tomorrow’s paper? French fries.” Executed in electric chair in Oklahoma.
