Before leaving the hospital, I knelt down and kissed my daughter upon the forehead, “I love you” I said with a whisper, as I quickly made for the door. My oldest daughter Adyson had just been taken to emergency with a ruptured appendix; the doctor said it was the worst he had seen in thirty years. As a father, my instincts were to stay with my family and take care of them through this seemingly sudden crisis, but providence nudged me on, and I found myself boarding a plane for the UK.
The Lord sovereignly gathered together nine radical street preachers from America, and five from the UK to take the message of our King to a lost a dying world.
It was as if God had put together an Evangelism “Dream Team” to take His gospel through Ireland, England, and Scotland.
I could tell this trip was going to be intense by the level of adversity I experienced just prior to leaving. It seemed as if all hell broke loose upon my family just days before leaving.
My wife camped out in the hospital with my oldest daughter, while my other three daughters went to stay with my sister n law.
The plan was to go and preach for fifteen days on the streets of Ireland, England, and Scotland lifting up and exalting the Name of Jesus Christ above every other name.
It was extremely difficult to leave my family in such a crisis, I considered many times in my head to cancel my trip and stay with them. Only by God’s grace was I able to tear myself away and move forward.
Holding back the tears, I clutched my bible and waved good bye.
I met up in Dublin Ireland with those who were to join me on this adventure.
These are the names of the faithful men who God raised up to exalt the King in the UK: