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

She told me, “If we have any left at the end of the night, you’ll be more than welcome to help yourself.” I felt like I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. She knows me so well. As hard as I tried, my strategy to get some of her stew had not worked. By about eight o’clock that bitterly cold evening, we began our journey to downtown Dallas. It was five degrees outside with a wind chill of twenty below zero. Everything around us was frozen solid. The weather report we had heard earlier proved accurate. I went slipping and sliding out to our van, carrying the huge pot of stew, Igloo of steaming hot coffee and pans of homemade cornbread. We also loaded up with Bibles we could give to each person we fed on the streets as we prayed for them. Dot and I put on every coat, sweater, and glove we could find, preparing for the cold we were about to face. We bundled up our three daughters, Amy, Molly, and Emily, and we all climbed into our van. As usual for us, serving Jesus was a family affair. Our children learned at a very young age how to feed and minister to homeless people and runaways across America. They were excited to labor with us, venturing out to minister on the streets during this freeze. They knew lives hung in the balance, physically as well as spiritually. I started up the van and wouldn’t you know it, I could not get the heater to work! It was so cold the control buttons for the heater were frozen solid. Determined to touch lives that bitter cold night, we pressed on toward downtown Dallas without a heater in our van. We reminded ourselves that although we didn’t have a heater, we would be able to return home to a cozy, warm

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