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

us, I thought we had come upon a drive-by shooting. A young woman lay flat on her back in the street with a man straddling her, clutching her motionless body tightly as he feverishly rocked her back and forth. She appeared completely lifeless, like a limp ragdoll. “NO! NOOOOOOO!” he screamed with a bone chilling yell. “NO! NOOOOO!” He held her face to his chest. I feared she was dead or dying. I overheard someone nearby say she had been hit by a truck as she crossed the street, a victim of a hit and run. With a huge crowd gathering alongside the street and the headlights from our Explorer brightly shining on us, I got down on my knees in the street alongside the couple. I put my left arm under the young woman’s body and wrapped my right arm around the hysterical man’s back. I began to call upon the Name of Jesus as I cradled them. I cried out, “In the Name of Jesus…In the Name of Jesus…Father, I ask you to breathe life into this body. Jesus…Jesus…Jesus.” I held them both close to me, laid hands on them and prayed in the Spirit. The young woman still seemed lifeless…the man screamed and sobbed louder. Someone came forward, held the young woman’s wrist and checked for a pulse. Untrained, they did not find one. The crowd of onlookers grew larger. Passersby, refusing to get involved, drove around us as we lay in the street, calling on Jesus. I could hear the sirens of the paramedics nearing as police cars and a couple of fire engines formed a circle around us. Emergency flares lit up the night. I continued to hold onto the young woman, pray in the Spirit and cry out to the Lord. “Oh, the Blood of Jesus!”

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