CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: JUST THINKING
That ye put off concerning the former conversation the old man, which is corrupt according to the deceitful lusts; And be renewed in the…
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CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Bring forth a son
“And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins. –…
Lucy F. Farrow: The Forgotten Apostle of the Azusa Street
Lucy F. Farrow: The Forgotten Apostle of the Azusa Street #REVIVAL Lucy F. Farrow: The Forgotten Apostle of the Azusa Street #REVIVAL Lucy F….
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Representing Jesus
It’s a calling really. Representing Jesus. It just seems like the right to do, you know. Praying for people to get right with God….
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Their throat is an open sepulchre
“Their throat is an open sepulchre; with their tongues they have used deceit; the poison of asps is under their lips:” – Romans 3:13…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: The guy that spit on face
So I write up some of the things that happen. It’s not always safe. I do this in hopes some that want to “get…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Ever feel like?
Ever feel like you’re from a different universe. A parallel universe. Sometimes everything is running congruent, even with the disjointedness and facades, bumps and…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: I had a battle yesterday
I had a battle yesterday, a skirmish, but the Lord visited me today. He took away the pain in my soul. Pain I didn’t…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Life is too funny
This life is too funny Interesting conversation tonight. Ended very well. I went for a walk with one of the guys. Two weeks sober….
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: A two cop night
You know you’re home. In the neighborhood when you get that sweet ganja smell. It comes from every corner seems like these days. I…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: Out matched…
Here’s a borderline genius. IQ 167. Smoking several hundred dollars in crack everyday for a year. Has his own home. Several expensive motorcycles. His…
CONFESSIONS OF A STREET PREACHER: The Rock of Offense
My daughter called. My grandson broke his new glasses. Second week of school. I was volunteering in a rehab for 5 weeks. I had…