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The day I stood at Hells gate

Cry aloud, spare not...

Sept 03 – decided to obey the Lord and head out to the highways and byways to preach the gospel and to intercede for the voiceless. So, I met SGT John, his daughter Sarah, Rev. Don, and Katie under the broadway bridge. There, the Fishnet ministry was already in full effect serving hot breakfast. While the line for chow was still bulging, SGT John opened up his mouth to herald the gospel and call the men and women to repentance. Fifteen minutes later, I stepped up to preach and point to the Pearl of Great price, Jesus Christ. Most of the crowd had finished breakfast and we spread out to minister one on one. I met Marvin who claimed to be a Christian but also to get drunk on occasion. Ministered to James who seemed very broken and open about his life. He thanked us for coming down and preaching. Spoke to Kevin and then lastly with Ed.

Next we headed right to the devils den, on 4 Office Park drive in Little Rock, to “Open [our] mouth for the speechless, in the cause of all who are appointed to die. [To] Open [our] mouth, judge righteously, and plead the cause of the poor and needy.” (Pro. 31:8-9)
Now, let me tell you, this was on a Saturday morning and in the span of one hour nearly a dozen cars pulled in for service. Our voice went out to plead with them to chose another option, to not murder their child. Young girls weeping walked into the murderous facility, cowardly men drove off leaving their women, and a security guard at the front opened the door and welcomed them in, filling up his measure of sin (1 Thess 2:16): blood is indeed on his hands and is culprit along with the women and the so-called doctors, Dr. Edwards and Tvedten, and their staff.

Friends, this is the central issue in America today. Upon this front we must fight. Christian, you didn’t know you were enlisting for war when you said ‘I do’ to Christ, but you did, or will you be an embarrassment to God and renounce your confession. There is blood in our streets and there are no Christians anywhere…the Catholics are showing us up in this fight. For too long I was afraid to investigate this issue and find out what was really going on. It’s easier to stay ignorant, but ignorance is no excuse to God: “If thou forbear to deliver them that are drawn unto death, and those that are ready to be slain; if thou sayest, ‘Behold, we knew it not’; doth not He that pondereth the heart consider it? And He that keepeth thy soul, doth He not know it? And shall not He render to every man according to his works?”

I’m surprised how simple joining the fight really is. All I did was stand outside the facility, perfectly within my rights as a citizen, and plead with the young women to chose life. Will you?

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The business of Pastors (Oops, I mean ALL Christians)

Whitefield once wrote:

I was honored today with having a few stones, dirt, rotten eggs and pieces of dead cats thrown at me.

-George Whitefield, a famous preacher who preached over 18,000 sermons between 1736-1770

In fact, John Wesley told his disciples that persecution was a mark of success: He would teach them, train them, then send them out. When they came back he would ask them two questions:

Did anyone get saved?

If they answered yes, he would keep them in his ministry. If they answered no, he would ask them another question:

Did anyone get mad?

If they answered no he would tell them,

You are not called to the ministry!

And Charles Spurgeon, called the Prince of Preachers, said this:

To be laughed at is no great hardship to me. I can delight in scoffs and jeers. Caricatures, lampoons, and slanders are my glory. But that you should turn from your own mercy, this is my sorrow. Spit on me, but, oh, repent! Laugh at me, but, oh, believe in my Master! Make my body as the dirt of the streets, but damn not your own souls!

Let the love of Jesus constrain you to go out into the highways and hedges to compel poor sinners to come in. Some may say, ‘This is not proceeding with a zeal according to knowledge;’ but I am persuded, when the power of religion revives, the gospel must be propagated in the same manner as it was first established, by itinerant preaching.

Go, dear sir, go and follow your glorious Master without the camp, bearing His reproach. Never fear the scourge of the tongue, ot the threatenings that are daily breathed out against the Lord, and against His Christ. Suffer we must. Ere long perhaps, we may sing in prison, and have our feet in stocks; but faith in Jesus turns a prison into a palace, and makes a bed of flames become a bed of down. Let us be faithful today, and our Lord will support us tomorrow.

George Whitefield (1749-1769) wrote

I love those that thunder out the Word. The Christian World is in a dead sleep. Nothing but a loud voice can awaken them out of it.

Chinese translation of the above:

怀特菲尔德曾经写道:“我很荣幸今天有几块石头,污物,臭鸡蛋,我扔死猫件。”乔治Whitefield的,著名的传教者之间的1736至1770年超过18000说教宣扬

事实上,约翰卫斯理告诉他的弟子的迫害,是一个成功的标志:他会教他们,培养他们,然后将它们发送出去。当他们回来时,他会问他们两个问题:“没有人得救了吗?”如果他们的回答是肯定的,他会留在他的部。如果他们回答说没有,他会问另一个问题:“有没有人生气呢?”如果他们的回答是他会告诉他们,“你是不是所谓的部!”

和查尔斯吉翁,被称为传教士王子,曾这样说:“要在没有很大的困难,我笑了。我可以高兴在嘲笑和嘲笑。漫画,讽刺和污蔑,是我的荣耀。但是,你应该从你自己的怜悯,这是我的悲哀。吐在我身上,但是,哦,忏悔!笑我,但是,呵呵,相信我的主人!的街道上的污垢,我的身体,但该死的不是你自己的灵魂!“

“让耶稣的爱限制你进入高速公路和对冲迫使贫困的罪人进来,有些人可能会说,”这不是一个根据知识的热情出发,“但我persuded,当电源宗教复兴,福音必须以同样的方式传播,因为它是流动的说教,首次建立了。
“去吧,亲爱的主席先生,在营中去,并按照你的光荣的主人,他的责备。不要害怕舌头的祸害,OT每天呼吸对主,对他的基督的threatenings。受苦,我们必须。 ,不久或许,我们可能会在监狱里唱,在我们脚下的股票,但在耶稣的信仰变成一座宫殿的一座监狱,并使得火焰床成为床上下来。让我们忠实的今天,我们的主会支持我们的明天。“
乔治Whitefield的(1749年至1769年)中写道:

“我爱那些风头出单词,说:”乔治Whitefield的。 “基督教世界是一个死的睡眠。它不过是一个响亮的声音能唤醒他们。“

The True Christian is a warrior

“If I profess with the loudest voice and clearest exposition every portion of the truth of God except precisely that little point which the world and the devil are at that moment attacking, I am not confessing Christ, however boldly I may be professing Christ. Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proved; and to be steady on all the battlefield besides, is mere flight and disgrace if he flinches at that point.” – Martin Luther

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