Journal Entry. Evening. 6th of October. 2025 My thoughts are continually exercised and greatly afflicted by the remembrance of the street meeting we were constrained to forego by reason of my current ailment. My spirit finds itself in a sincere and arduous wrestling with the conviction that but a single public assembly per week may fail to bear the abundant fruit that the Lord desires. The soil is hard-packed, and the seeds must be scattered often and with great persistence! A particular thought hath now come clearly into view, one that aligns with a burden the Lord hath been impressing upon my heart for many weeks. Yet I am careful not to run ahead in my own strength, lest I make a rash commitment apart from His leading and enablement. For now, I wait upon the Lord, seeking clearer direction and the assurance of His blessing upon the matter. Whitefield's activities in Scotland supply further evidence of the carefulness with which he planned his work of preaching. His first three w...

This morning's 4AM meeting with the Lord I found to be one of worship instead, having spent the previous night in anticipation of His leading for tomorrow's event. I chose to set my mind only in adoration of his majesty and goodness, knowing full well that the Lord has me in the palms of his hands already, and there was no need for Elijah to remind the Lord for provisions in facing King Ahab and his minions. The command to go was all reason I need. This year's march of the sodomites marks its 23rd celebration of sin, debauchery, rebellion, perverseness and most grievous of all, PRIDE. Pride is that very same offense that cast out Satan from the very presence of God in the first place, and its diabolic child sodomy, which its celebrants view as a harmless, modern lifestyle, is the one and only sin that carries with it a curse on the flesh. No other sin bears this stigma. There is absolutely nothing gay about being a sodomite, for God has written damnation all over this ...