A Sovereign Miracle at Pindary
Before we left for Australia, a friend gave us a prophetic word suggesting that God wanted to do things we’d never seen before. On Thursday night, we made sandwiches, pies, and sausage rolls and loaded the van for a night on the streets with the less fortunate citizens of Brisbane. We generally stop at three locations each night. The stops might be shelters for the homeless, a city park where natives live in tents, or…
Not Drunk as You Suppose
My patient, a middle-aged man with long silver hair and a swollen, dusky-red nose, wore a flannel shirt and baggy pants that looked as though they hadn’t been washed in weeks. The drafty, run-down shack that he lived in reeked of garbage, beer, and cigarette smoke. This morning it had one more odor—partly digested blood. There’s just about nothing I hate more than the smell of blood that’s been vomited after being in the stomach…