But what I am talking about is an environment where a true love for God, His Truth and His people is palpable. It is visible everywhere and not just in word, but in the mannerisms of the people despite the homelessness, drugs, and other ills. People were smiling and everywhere we went, we were addressed as “Ma’am” or “Sir.” Doors were opened for us, chairs pulled out to sit, urged to cut into lines, with an overall “servant is last” mentality displayed. Prayer rooms for Vets and others were scattered down side streets where one could stop in for a cup of coffee and enjoy some fellowship with Christian believers.
We were admiring the Riverwalk the evening we arrived and a man named “Everett,” overheard our praises and piped up out of nowhere and said, “Oh, you have to be here next week. It’s the big lighting festival and it is the mos ...
