SPF Ministers Back at Mardi Gras “And
the Lord said, Because the cry of Sodom and Gomorrah is great, and
because their sin is very grievous; NEW ORLEANS- Members of the Street Preachers’ Fellowship again converged upon New Orleans, Louisiana the week end of February 20 -21 for the annual drunken Catholic whoremongers’ riot, to “cry against it; for their wickedness is come up before” God (Jonah 1:2). SPF street preachers came from Texas, California, Pennsylvania, New York and North Carolina to stand and rebuke the wickedness wrought in the open streets of New Orleans, as America revels in their depravity, while young men die over seas to keep this country free to sin more and more. Beginning Friday night, SPF Director McRae with Don Scheib and Daniel Gowen arrived before the others, and made their way down Bourbon Street to the same brick wall where they stood the year before. However, upon arriving, the protective canopy was gone, and the empty storefront open with yet another bar. Accordingly, the three street preachers did the next best thing, they stood to the side, and began afresh, preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ to all that would hear, and to those who would not hear. Immediately, they were welcomed with the usual shower of bottles and beads, cans and crud thrown like missiles in the night. The crowds were not as thick as normal, but just as wicked, just as drunk, and just as lascivious. Preaching until midnight in the 700 block of Bourbon Street, the preachers made their way out of the throng, and came upon their counter parts near the two hundred block, with SPF Assistant Director Ruben Israel counseling one young man and his blue haired girl friend, “Look, son, do your self a great favor, take her in the midst of Bourbon Street and loose her! Leave her in the crowd and run for it! You’ll never regret it! She’s not worth going to hell over.” Joining their friends in that Fight of Faith, the reinforced company now made their way to Canal Street, and made their wagon wheel defensive perimeter near the police barricades, and for another two hours held forth the faithful word. Joined the next day by SPF Texas, the preachers seemed to be everywhere. But there was an attraction to Bourbon Street, where the Director and some of God’s finest stood fast, with their backs against the wall, and O how they preached. Finding a closed restaurant with shuttered windows, those fine Texas rangers drew close to Director McRae, and for almost 8 hours, they preached their heart out at the ever restless multitude. For the first two hours the drunken mob rained down beads, bottles and cans upon the preachers, until the restaurant opened, and the waiter was foolish enough to throw back the shutters. Hoping the sight of the open restaurant would scare away the preachers, the waiter only strengthened their resolve not to move, as the drunken crowd immediately ceased with the bottles and cans. Said Director McRae, “We learned a great lesson today: preaching in front of store front windows, cuts down on the bottles and cans being thrown at you!”
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