Looking around at a mass crowd all pushing and shoving their way down the street I was awestruck. I felt like I was in some sort of surreal movie. That in this particular moment in time I was fulfilling my destiny... telling people about the One who could save them. And I discovered a new part of myself there in the midst of the worlds business. While they were trying to forget there lives I was finding mine.
Surrounding me were hundreds of people, among them two hundred and forty other students from my college. All of us were standing in the way of the hurried drunkards, stopping to meet them and tell them the good news. Several times my partner and I were yelled at by passers saying, "I already got saved five times just walking down the street!" and others who questioned, "Are you with those other Jesus people?"
Sometimes, I could feel the verge of an riot coming on and I would realize how offensive a maze of evangelists could be. Then I realized how amazing it was that everyone from my school wasn't arrested! I mean we were clearly blocking the flow of human traffic, and upsetting people! This simply would not be allowed, or tolerated in other country's. When this kind of stuff happens in a foreign country people are sent to prison, and/or beaten.
Freedom in America, the right to protest, the right to stand up for what you know is true, even against government authorities. The freedom to influence others. Freedom is a powerful thing. Over five hundred people were accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior that Mardi Gras week, and who knows the thousands that were presented with the gospel.
