*This is the second post in a series where the practice of street preaching is put under scrutiny.  The inspiration for this series comes from a street preacher I recently encountered at the local DMV.   In my last post, I argued that the form of the message matters and that most...

Its 7:30 AM and I had just arrived at the dreaded DMV. I had arrived a half hour early in hopes that my time there would be cut in half as a result. As I took my place in line, everyone around me looked miserable and the scene was so depressing, so dreary, that a street preacher felt it a...

The minister’s depression is a fascinating phenomenon. Though he’s the man who communes with God in private, sings of his praises from the pulpit, and counsels the flock through all of life’s difficulties, this same man is often the one who also wrestles with God in darkness, can barely...