Last night Dawn and I made visits with Alêxandre. We sat in on a Bible study and felt that the Lord had really blessed the evening with good contacts and insights from the Word. As we were about to leave the neighborhood we stood outside the van chatting and saying our goodbyes when all of a sudden a totally stoned, slobbering drunk burst into the middle of our small group. He approached me and began to spit out his driveling commentary on life. And when I say that he approached me I mean really approached me. He put his one hand on my shoulder and his other on my stomach. Several times during the conversation he tried to kiss my hand. His warm whisky pickled breath caressed my nostrils and I almost vomited in his crusty beard! A quick glance toward his pockets quelled my fear that he might be armed in some way. Our peculiar embrace must have been amusing because out of the corner of my eye I noticed several people (including children) snickering as they passed. For the next half hour
These are devotional thoughts from a guy who lives in Brazil. I recount personal experiences and Bible applications with most of my posts. These "thoughts" are mostly for me but if you want to, you can read them too!