It seems as the time draws nigh for His return, speaking to people on the streets gets harder and harder. Or maybe as my friend stated, the Lord was being gentle to us when we first started, allowing us to be encouraged that we would continue His work. Friday night was rough on the streets near VCU. We spoke with a young man who introduced himself to us as a "saved Methodist." Yet there was no rejoicing in him to be meeting fellow brethren (this is the reaction 95% of the time of those in Richmond that profess Christ). We then approached a group of 5 or 6 young college students who were sitting out in front of their apartments drinking, they knew quite a bit of the Word, but they didn't like the truths that the Word exposed about their lives.

The biggest blessing yet the heaviest came as we ended our night. We stopped and LeRoy began talking to a homeless man, Marvin. As we waited a homeless woman came up to us saying she needed prayer. A mother, who had cut all her hair off, wearing oversized clothes and an oversized baseball cap, as to give the appearance of a man for added protection out on the streets. She asked us to pray with her. Her burden was so heavy. She is a woman who contracted AIDS in 1991 and now lives on the streets while her daughter is cared for by her sister. She professes Christ as her Savior, she was given a Bible and knows she needs to be reading it as often as possible. I would ask that she is kept in prayer, for spiritual growth, for safety, that all her needs would be met, and if the Lord wills that I would have an opportunity to meet with her again. Her name is Kathleen and her daughter is Zeletta.

Ezekiel 33:1-19