We did a cookout for the police yesterday.
Not one showed up.
We had Michael Murphy, the YWAM folks and a few others. We prayed for them anyway.
I know God said to do it. He even nuked Michael when I told him.
Sometimes obedience doesnt end up like you think it will.
As soon as we finished praying, the weather turned and a front blew in.
We did something.
I am wondering whether part of this is for James McCrory and I to come to know each other. Micheal and I meet for the last time for the season this weds. He and Rita go back in a week.