Violet
April 5th, 2007, 08:20 PM
Fear, even after years of evangelism, still stalks.
Tonight our little group of three, officially dubbed "Carriers of the Cross" by one of our group handed out 120 Gospels of John in the projects.
There was a spirit of fear that followed us tonight. We prayed against it and it left. One young man of a group of rowdy teenagers mocked us after we handed each of them a booklet but I caught sight of him a short time later reading the booklet. Praise the Lord.
We couldn't believe the broken glass that littered every step of the blocks we walked tonight. I expected the garbage but not the glass. How do the children play without getting cut?
Well, Lord, bless every soul, open every heart to Your Word and let today be the day of salvation, in Jesus name, Amen
Tonight our little group of three, officially dubbed "Carriers of the Cross" by one of our group handed out 120 Gospels of John in the projects.
There was a spirit of fear that followed us tonight. We prayed against it and it left. One young man of a group of rowdy teenagers mocked us after we handed each of them a booklet but I caught sight of him a short time later reading the booklet. Praise the Lord.
We couldn't believe the broken glass that littered every step of the blocks we walked tonight. I expected the garbage but not the glass. How do the children play without getting cut?
Well, Lord, bless every soul, open every heart to Your Word and let today be the day of salvation, in Jesus name, Amen