Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

healing Scriptures aloud over me. He sang in the Spirit over me and stood in faith for God to heal me. Those scriptures and his songs sounded angelic. The next morning, I fought my way through the vertigo, and we returned to the Myanmar Embassy. We told them we were there to help families in Myanmar recover from Cyclone Nargis. Again, our visa requests were instantly denied. Baffled by the embassy’s decision concerning our visas, Brother Bill and I walked down the street to a little restaurant that served Thai food and a few items on the menu that I recognized. I ordered a club sandwich that had a fried egg added to the top of it. I don’t remember what Brother Bill ordered, but we sat in the restaurant asking God what we were to do next. We knew the Lord had sent us half-way around the world to minister in Myanmar. We had no way to gain access into the country. What were we supposed to do? We felt a little bit helpless. But we knew our help would come from above. Bro Bill and I struck up a conversation with a man who we quickly learned was from America. He had lived in Bangkok for a few years. We began to tell him why we were there and talk to him, asking his advice on how we could go about obtaining visas to get into Myanmar. We thought since he was a local now, he might be able to help us. This American gave us advice we believed was Godly wisdom. He said if he were us, he would not mention Cyclone Nargis when we went to the embassy, and he said he would not even tell them we were disaster relief workers from America. He thought if we acted nonchalantly as tourists, unaware of the disaster in

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