Legion Of The Damned Sons On The Jackal CD - Import

When Eugene started hosting home group meetings, he'd invite residents of the mission to attend. A month or so down the road, Eugene mentioned that there was an opening at the mission for an Evangelist to preach. So, after clearing it with my local church leadership, I was on my way to a ten year journey with the Fort Wayne Rescue Mission.

I would come in once a month, on the third Tuesday night of the month, from 7:00 - 8:15 p.m., lead them in song and present my message. But my 'mission' continued on after I left the mission. Many of the people I met became some of my best friends. They were like family. We shared holidays and birthdays. I would pick them up to go to church and home meetings at my house. The circle of fellowship was greatly enlarged because of the influence of the mission, and our church grew because some of the staff and residents of the mission wanted to fellowship with us.

The first time that I preached at the mission, I was expecting to see a room full of old drunks and winos. You know . . . the stereo type bum. Boy, did I get a surprise! What I saw before me were people from all races, all ages, and from all walks of life. HEY! We're talking young men in their early twenties on up! Not only that, they had a women's auxiliary, a home for displaced women.

I was blessed to retain a few of the residents, both men and women, as close friends --- but every month the faces at my meetings would change. I would look out into the congregation and see new faces, with those age old questions on their face that asked, 'Are you for real?' and 'Can you help me?' After the meeting they would come up and ask me what church I was from. Some would even ask if they could come to my church.