Thursday Evening At Lias

We rode to several locations from our first one, before finally settling at the corner of Lias, Bulacan, where we found a soft mound of dirt prepared as our pulpit for the evening. Our voices were carried over to people far off, who strained towards our direction. Passengers who drove by us, readily crossed the street, some even stopped, just to ask for tracts.

Jethro, a brother whose eyes the LORD has opened to the truth of His Sovereignty, addresses the crowd till late evening.