How beautiful upon the mountains. Are the feet of him who brings good news,
Who proclaims peace, Who brings glad tidings of good things,
Who proclaims salvation, Who says to Zion, “Your God reigns!”
Hello Dear Fellow Believers,
I want lovely feet. The scriptures state that we have them when we preach the Gospel. So let us speak and share to all those who have ears to hear.
By the time you get this letter the date of my anniversary at CRDF will have passed. Today, June 5th, marks 8 years that I have been Senior Chaplain. It feels like it was only yesterday. I want to cry when I think of how much I have grown and seen God work in so many ways. Thank you to those that read my letters and pray faithfully and that have financially supported me month after month. You are part of a GREAT WORK. I could not have lasted this long without you. Let us continue for another 8 and many more until He comes.
Last month was unbelievable and I must confess that I am tired. On top of the full schedule of regular ministry we did three special outreaches. We had a special Friday night service at which time 11 services were going on with 440 inmates in attendance. It was an awesome time as women came to Jesus and were encouraged.
On Memorial Day we brought in and cooked about 700 hot dogs, chips, drinks and cookies. It was an outreach to the staff to thank them for their service. We prayed with some and passed out tracts and Bibles. After shift change we had a tremendous amount of food left and the Lord gave me an idea to go across the street to the Imperial Projects. So we packed up and went over there. It was an amazing experience as we began to pass out food. One of my friends, Carla, stood in the back of the truck shouting the Gospel. We started to street witness. Some began to pray with families and I was able to lead a young man named Roy to the Lord. It was incredible.
To end the month we did a movie day and showed “Duke of Earl” by Victory Outreach. The Lord was on the move in the 4 housing areas that we were able to show it. The women were touched in ways that I will never know. We were ending one of the services and singing one last song “I am Set Free”, when a woman stood up and raised her hand with assurance and beat her chest. She was so genuine, it made me cry. I wouldn’t trade what God has called me to do for a million dollars. This work is priceless and eternal.