And I could recognize that I had not felt the spirit all week. I realized the spirit was nowhere near me and nowhere near where I was staying. And nowhere near the people I was traveling with.
Tag: drunk
NYNYS Mission July 24-31, 1996
Wow, we got ready to leave and left this morning going to a street meeting. As we walked down the road not more than two streets from our house a drunk man stopped us. We had passed him and he said “Hay you!” We went back and he said, “Hay, you talk about God, ya?” We said, “Yep.” He acted a little weird and denied the first time he was drunk and I would have left but he said, “Come to my house and talk to me about God.” I thought wow, street meeting or give him a few minutes? So we went with him to his house. I know he was plastered beyond belief.