I confess that come noon, I struggled once more with a debilitating timidity. The flesh was overflowing with excuses, and though a destination was fixed in my mind, my heart lacked the will to travel that far. I did as I always do: I fell to my knees. My obedience cannot lean upon my own meager capacity to go—that well is often dry; it must rest solely upon His worthiness to be proclaimed. I pleaded with the Lord on behalf of the poor souls I was to meet, praying that if He should send this weak vessel, His Word might descend with power. And the Lord was indeed gracious. Sustained by the intercessions of the brethren—those silent partners in the labor—I preached Christ. The Word did not return void today. When the messenger is brought low, the Message is lifted high.   It was in Gethsemane that the battle was won even before Golgotha. When I kneel and plead for the souls of the people, I am not merely seeking strength; I am laying my 'wretched flesh' upon the altar, until ...

I am setting forth the boundaries of the list of municipalities wherein I purpose to deliver the divine Word in the coming months. Though the fields for the Gospel's sowing are vast beyond measure, I have, through prayerful consideration, confined my exertions to that which, by the Lord's grace, one man might possibly achieve. May the Almighty, in His boundless mercy, mercifully keep this unprofitable servant from the snares of ambition or self-deception.  This itinerary will require a span of somewhat beyond four months for its completion. I shall commence with four appointed locales in the first month, followed by a like number in the succeeding month, and so forth. My intention is to address the populace in two separate places each day, rotating my ministry amongst the designated locations on a daily, alternating rhythm. Seventeen new locations, and three to revisit. Two I am to revisit, with the exception of Obando, are considerably far from me. Going from one place ...