Tonight we fed somewhere between one and two hundred on the streets of Cincinnati.
One guy who was really out of it, acting like he was demon possessed or something tried to interrupt, but, well, it didn't work out for him. He ended up yelling "Help" and "Someone call the police" long before we let him go.
Suffice it to say, we own that street corner while the Lord's work is being done!
One woman who asked me for a blanket last week, now has found a home!
