Afternoon Break


After three days of continuous work at home my spirit was screaming for release. What better way to drive away the restlessness than to joyfully labor for the kingdom? My wife and I drove out to Tunko, Bulacan, to minister and give away tracts, to make this day count for the three that I lost.

One particular man who parked on the side of the busy street received a tract. He read it thoroughly it seems, taking his time, and after which stared blankly into space for the twice the time he spent reading the tract. Was God dealing with him? I will probably never know. May the Lord give the increase, for his great name's sake.

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