Seattle

Dear Pastors Ron and Carol;

My Pastor and I went to downtown Seattle to the City Park with hundreds of what man calls the WORST place in town.

People shooting up drugs, smoking crack, laying in the park on heroin.

Yet, Jesus says He is in them.

Armed with two boxes of plumbs and a box of Bibles we entered HELL ON EARTH. We passed out plumbs to the hungry, gave out bibles to those who really wanted them, and I was able to pray for those with many ailments, sickness, disease, heartbroken, ( how I could relate to that one ) and physical ailments. We spent 8 hours there.

But I am bearing FRUIT. In the capacity of a servant to the poorest of poor. Those with no hope.

Sunday we did the same thing. Passed out plumbs and Bibles, prayed for the sick and brokenhearted.

I broke down in tears with this one boy about 22 years old. My heart was pierced but he allowed me to pray for him.

We will do the same thing next weekend. This is my new commitment in life. For I don’t want to watch baseball, football or basketball anymore. The needs of the people are too great.

Even if I were able to give them nothing but a glass of water. A door, an opening to give them a Bible and to speak to them about Christ.

Next weekend will be just a little different. A few weeks ago I was able to sing at the prestigious Westlake Mall in Seattle with a brother from Tacoma. He is a Bishop and plays keyboards.

He has a contract with Starbucks we had 3,000 people that came by.

But because I am singing I am able to leave the platform and pray for those who need prayer. He continues to play while I go out amongst the crowd. For I was reduced to nothing. And that’s what it took for GOD to get my full and undivided attention.

Am I prayed up to do this? YOU BET. I have had many hours of solitude. Time to chose my friends very wisely. And that I have done. There is not ONE FLAKY person in my life.

We will bear much fruit.

Then back to the park to find that last soul that says yes. Help me LORD. We will encounter thousands of people next weekend. They listen to me.

For I am one of them.

Past drug problems, alcohol problems, homeless, and someone divorcing me.

GOD is taking the bad part of my life and turning it into something good.

I have gone through the fire and I’m now on the other side.

I quit sinning by being accountable for every hour of my day. Plus I CONFESSED MY SINS.

WHAT A GLORIOUS WEEKEND BEARING FRUIT.

An Over-Comer in Seattle