CC High School Preaching (kinda)

I've gotta share this story, although many will think that it's crazy. Hey, if Ezekiel had to lay on his side 520 days and eat tortillas cooked on cow poop, then maybe this isn't so crazy!

I have a desire to let people that are consumed with the junk on CC high school campus, to hear the Gospel. I desire for them to hear God's holy standard, and dabbling with one foot at their fun Wed. night group, and one in the world, is actually rebellion against God. There's a corner across from where the kids get on the bus. I've been watching to see if that would be a good place to preach.

It was a windy day, and between that and the busy highway, I didn't think anyone would hear me, even with the speaker turned all the way up. I did a little sound check at about 2:15, and felt so intimidated, that I sent a text to several people, asking them to pray for courage. I set my stuff up, but couldn't even tell if the speaker was on! I knew right away that I would have to come back a different day. Very clumsily and kinda embarrassed, I packed my stuff, and waddled to the truck. I got in the truck, hoping I could make it over to Sonic before school let out. At least I could talk to a few kids as they wandered home.

As I pulled out, I heard the voice of the Lord speaking to me through His Word over many years seed sowing into my own life. He said, am I not worth you looking like a fool for me? Am I not in charge of the wind and the waves?

My stomach turned. I knew that it didn't seem logical to preach on a street corner that no one could hear. However, I didn't want to feel guilty all weekend (Not sure if that's a good motive or not, just being honest.) However, I knew that my Jesus was worth it. Compassion for my King swallowed me as I made the U-turn through the parking lot. I parked the truck, and quickly got out as I knew the bell would ring in seconds. With all humility, and a broken and poor spirit, I awkwardly claimed on the crate. As I looked up, I saw the students starting to trickle out, and a desire to shout from a mountain top filled my spirit. The fire in my bones made me feel overwhelmed. "HE IS WORTHY! HE IS WORTHY!" Rang in my heart, and I preached with passion.

God didn't stop the wind, though He could have. I could barely hear my own voice. I proclaimed the same truth that was given to me since my youth, and a funny thing happened. About 100+ students lined up for the bus turned to see me. They paused a few seconds before getting on the bus, and heard the standard by which they would be judged. Then, they opened the windows to hear. Oh God, save them! (Ps. 19:7)

Then, a couple of guys decided to come and see what I was doing. As they approached, they let me engage them. With love and compassion, they listened, and said they would get right with God today. I told them what the Bible said, and pleaded with them not to put it off 'till tomorrow. A couple of girls stopped to listen to my conversations with them, as well as a young man that had just been "confirmed" last week. He drank my words like red koolaid, and I encouraged him to read his Bible every day.

God, please save them. Thank you for your chastening!

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