It was maybe our tenth crusade. We were becoming fairly disenchanted with these endeavours – set up camp with loudspeakers and mic, sing and dance (not us, but others) and then share then gospel as best we could, with perhaps a few responders, maybe, if it was a good day.
This time was little different. The crowd was 90% those from the church and most others hung back around the edges. Personally, I have little patience for such affairs. While in church I can give a great sermon I am never quite sure what to bring to main street village, Uganda.
So this particular day the three of us were groaning our way toward yet another few hours spent trying to entice people to come to Jesus. And then, the day was saved by a most unlikely character. HIs name was Wilson.