Gilbert Peach Festival
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Today we began our Independence Day celebration by meeting together at 8:00 a.m. for a brief Bible meditation (Hebrews 9) and prayer before going to the Gilbert Peach Festival. Our team consisted of 8 brothers and sisters from Calvary Chapel Lexington, fully armed with gospel tracts and the joy of the Lord.
I was pleasantly surprised to find this display of the Ten Commandments near the middle of the park in Gilbert. The first stone is an engraving of Psalm 19:7-10, followed by columns, each with one commandment (the video is not stellar, but you get the idea):
Chris, Barbie and Steve do a great job passing out tracts and talking to people. They had some good conversations and two teenage boys may have entered the Kingdom of God today after hearing the law and gospel:
The Gilbert Peach festival (I am told) got its start when the farmers celebrating bringing in the last of the peach crops. Everything peace is found here: tea, pies, cobblers, ice cream . . . this was probably the best local festival I've ever attended:
Kathy joined us for the first time, and passed out tracts like a pro . . . even the local law enforcement got an earful:
I'll relate some conversation stories later, but here is a snippet of people receiving some IQ Tests:
Tim's getting to be an old pro. Time to get him talking . . .
I was pleasantly surprised to find this display of the Ten Commandments near the middle of the park in Gilbert. The first stone is an engraving of Psalm 19:7-10, followed by columns, each with one commandment (the video is not stellar, but you get the idea):
Chris, Barbie and Steve do a great job passing out tracts and talking to people. They had some good conversations and two teenage boys may have entered the Kingdom of God today after hearing the law and gospel:
The Gilbert Peach festival (I am told) got its start when the farmers celebrating bringing in the last of the peach crops. Everything peace is found here: tea, pies, cobblers, ice cream . . . this was probably the best local festival I've ever attended:
Kathy joined us for the first time, and passed out tracts like a pro . . . even the local law enforcement got an earful:
I'll relate some conversation stories later, but here is a snippet of people receiving some IQ Tests:
Tim's getting to be an old pro. Time to get him talking . . .
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