The Great Tribulation? Don’t Despair! Don’t Despair! But? …

“They offered me a bed to sleep but I chose to sleep in my sleeping bag. Thank Almighty Yahuwah that I had a roof over my head I didn’t need a bed.

“The next day, after the farewells and good wishes, I made way to the Church of the Strip. Almighty Yahuwah truly is an Almighty Yahuwah of mercy.

`I need help.’ I said when I walked in. `I am a Christian and I have fallen, I am flat broke, I am from New Orleans, and I don’t know a soul in this town. I have not eaten in three days and I have lost all my money in the casinos.’

“Not too many more words were spoken. But, within five minutes, the young lady—the one who greeted me when I walked in— said,

`First things first. The first thing that we must do is to feed you and then we can clear our heads to figure out what to do.’

“She brought me to the restaurant across the street and fed me. Next, she told me to relax and have some quiet time with Almighty Yahuwah before we decided on what to do.

“`I could easily look for a temporary job to make money to go back to New Orleans.’ I said when the time came.

“`Could you call on friends? Perhaps you could raise the money through some friends. Do you have any friends that you could call on?’ She suggested. For she was not sure that I should stay there at all.

“`I have a lot of friends, but I have betrayed them all and I don’t think anybody would want to help me!’ I said in hopeless despair.

“`You would be surprised how friends can respond,’ she said, `use the phone and call. Do you recall any numbers?’