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

One thing you don’t want to tell a group of street preachers with an eight-foot cross is “Don’t go there. It’s dangerous.” We loaded up the cross and our Swat Team into a Toyota van and headed toward the Mayor’s office to investigate this memorial to Voodoo. As we rolled up on the area near the Mayor’s office, we quickly realized the dark spiritual stronghold that was enveloping the area. One side of the field was covered in beautiful green grass and portrayed life and growth. The other side of the field where the brass voodoo pig stood tall was overgrown with weeds and dead grass, emanating death and destruction. Idol worship and voodoo spirits were in the air. Bro Bill grabbed up the eight-foot cross as the rest of us flanked him and we all headed toward the oversized brass pig statue. There must have been around one hundred people surrounding the pig, many on their hands and knees as if praying to this brass voodoo statue. Even though we could not understand the Haitian French language being spoken, we knew the air was being filled with prayers and petitions to the pig, trusting the gods of voodoo to protect their families, to provide and bless them. As we got closer to the pig, I noticed many men and women even had prayer lists written out they were reading to the brass pig. The atmosphere was about to change drastically! As the crowd of people fixed their eyes upon us, we all gathered around the pig. Bro Bill raised the cross high

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