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

I asked her name, and it wasn’t an easy one for me. I believe her name is Drika. Drika told me that she needed prayer because her daughter had committed suicide four years earlier and she was raising her grandson. There was no food in their shack. She could not feed her 12-year-old grandson. We were out in the middle of nowhere as far as running to a fast-food restaurant or a grocery store was concerned. I felt helpless. I was speechless. I wanted to help. I was looking around the crowd. I knew we couldn’t feed all of them. There were hundreds of hungry people all around us. My eyes met Jamela’s eyes. He came to me and asked how he could help. He remembered that we ate fast food in the van on our way to Munsieville. Most of us did not eat all the food that came in our food orders. Jamela ran out to the van and gathered up all our leftovers which would have been surely tossed in the trash when we left there! Drika was so happy to have just a portion of a hamburger or a piece of chicken for her and her precious grandson. Other people saw she was getting food. We didn’t have much but we gave away all that we could until there was no more food to give. We left there feeling so happy to have met such wonderful people, sad that we could not do more for them that day. We really felt that “silver and gold have I none, but such as I have give I to thee.” We left determined to return in the future and feed the hundreds of people there.

The following Christmas William Popper organized a big outreach to Munsieville with Pastor Aaron Gurriah

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