Ben Sutton

Then Jesus Came

I was on my way up the Great North Road, home to my dear wife and two little girls, after nearly two months of working with the Lord in Kent, England. Ahead of me I saw a tramp, unsuccessfully "thumbing" for a ride. By the look on his face, he was staggered as I braked the Gospel Caravan to a stop, but when he got beside me, I was even more staggered, for if ever a man stank, it was this one. I asked him where he wanted to go and he replied, "Grantham." My heart sank; fifty miles to go w...
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