H ad it not been for the sustaining grace of God, I might have contentedly done the very least required. I might have simply passed out the tracts, turned my heel, and departed as soon as the last leaf left my hand. Though the journey here takes but a little less than an hour, the distance is no small thing, and the flesh is ever quick to seek its own ease. Yet the Lord was my stay.  All these years, I have found there are several ways I might 'ease' myself into the work. I can read prepared and selected Scriptures, or pass tracts to people, or even have conversation with a soul without attracting attention. These are paths I can tread with some measure of composure. But the most difficult hurdle—the one that has, in seasons past, caused my heart to fail and sent me retreating towards home—is finding the courage to stand fast before the multitude. To draw every eye, to command their attention, and to finally open my mouth to speak is a trial that no introvert such as...

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 ...