Sunday, February 26, 2006

I went out with a team on Tuesday night, to the bus station in our city. They were doing street evangelism. I mostly stayed at my friend's elbow, watching him talk to people and praying when he took off on his own.

One guy approached us, and I'm not sure why. He was an older fellow, and walked with a halting gait. One hand was stuffed in his pants pocket, and it was shaking a bit. I asked if we could pray for him because he seemed to be shaking a bit. He said, "Not really," and shuffled off. Strange.


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