CrossWalk Ministry

A New Season; the Same Mission I’m writing this from the Florida Keys. Yesterday I drove four hours to reach mile marker zero, the beginning of US Highway 1. After the Lord opened a parking space for me, I off-loaded the first cross and immediately a young man named Adam approached me and asked about it. I explained that I carry the cross to open conversations about God, witnessing to unbelievers and encouraging fellow Christians. He told me that he believed in “a god” but not necessarily Jesus. He allowed me to pray with him and we had a really positive conversation.  Adam told me about the “conch drop” similar to the “ball drop” in New York. I was really excited about it. The crowd was huge, streets were blocked off, and police were mounted on horseback. It reminded me of doing ministry on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras. We parted ways and I carried the cross to mile marker zero, where I felt led to plant it. I immediately found a spot by a large tree and was surprised at