Greetings, fellow believers, prayer partners, and friends. I awake to a gorgeous sunrise over the silhouettes of the mountains just south of Albuquerque, New Mexico, having traveled 2,600 miles since leaving the confines of Vale, NC back on October 29th. Thank you for your prayers: much has transpired to the glory of God, and a hedge of protection has surrounded our work. Many miles, much preaching, sorrow for the state of America, spiritual highs and lows, demonic oppression, weariness . . . please keep praying.

There are so many misconceptions and delusions about who Jesus was (i.e. the ONLY way to heaven - John 14:6), what He actually taught (i.e. repent or perish - Luke 13:3,5), and the nature of His love for the world (i.e. through His atonement - John 3:16) . So many claiming to know Him show evidence of never having actually read the New Testament. In Matthew 11:20, it is written of the Saviour: “Then began he to upbraid the cities wherein most of his mighty works were done, because they repented not.” In America, many mighty works have been done, and the Gospel has gone to all corners. The light of God’s Word has shone here, and the Lord has used this nation to carry that light into all the world. America has been blessed by God, and “For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required” (Luke 12:48). Yet, my people are swallowed up in sin and repent not; they have forgotten God; they perish for lack of knowledge (Hosea 4:6). Thus, for the past twelve days, we have upbraided cities, towns, and college campuses from Tennessee to Wyoming, Colorado, and New Mexico. Such will continue into next month as Full Proof Gospel Ministries, in partnership with Shawn Holes of Luke 10:2 Ministries (www.luketentwo.com) and a band of bold evangelists, make our way over to Arizona, into Las Vegas, up through California and Oregon, and over to Idaho where our open-air preaching tour will conclude, Lord willing, on the campus of Boise State University.

Looking back, just getting out to Cheyenne to rendezvous with Shawn Holes on our first campus of this tour was an adventure in and of itself. The evening of October 29th, I pulled out of my driveway with Kenn Fleck from Michigan, and shortly thereafter, we picked up Kris Estep in Waynesville. The three of us set our compasses west and barreled down the I-40. Around 1:00am, we lifted up our voices along the bar strip of downtown Nashville. ‘Twas a crazy party scene, even that late, and there were many police patrolling the area. Gospel tracts went out, and we preached in front of several crowded bars until about 3:00 that Saturday morning. I marveled at the wickedness and unrepentant spirit of America’s Bible Belt which certainly holds up the pants of hypocrisy in the “land of the free and the home of the brave.” Nevertheless, there were some good conversations out on those streets, and I believe the Lord pricked a few spirits.

By 4:00am, at the Kentucky Welcome Center on I-24, we crashed in the car. Three hours later, the driving continued. In the podunk town of Cairo, Illinois, we paused to stretch our legs and seek out opportunity to proclaim the Gospel. “Downtown” Cairo beat anything I have ever seen, a real-life dilapidated ghost town and a living example of the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics, real science that debunks the myth of evolution. All the buildings were empty, windows were broken, and graffiti abounded. Apparently, the local economy had dropped through the floor, and people had emigrated en masse. Still, the Lord gave us souls. We shared with those we found, giving out socks and tracts in the name of Jesus; and we walked through a ghetto-style neighborhood where we found a local hang-out in an abandoned lot. Folks of all ages were drinking, playing cards, and listening to the radio. We preached Christ. Some mocked, others listened, and a few troubled souls thanked us for coming. Understanding the Hand of Providence, we saw the victory and rejoiced. Please pray for the town of Cairo and the people who heard the Gospel that day.

Saturday was a long drive that put us in Knoxville, Iowa around 10:00pm. There, we picked up Tony Allen (a solid brother who has labored with Full Proof Gospel Ministries in Bangladesh and Eastern Europe), threw our bags down in his living room, and immediately headed for Iowa’s capital. Until about 3:00am, we preached in downtown Des Moines across the bar scene. Being the eve of Halloween, the milieu was particularly wicked and vile. I wept, for we stood not in the big city; ‘twas America’s heartland. We upbraided the people because they repented not. One bright spot was an unexpected rendezvous with a group of solid local Christians out sharing their faith. They came alongside to distribute Gospel tracts and engage in conversation as Kenn, Kris, Tony, and I preached. I do recall one young man who, though initially mocking, seemed humbled and under conviction. He took a Gospel tract and sauntered off into the night. Please pray for this fellow. Another young girl asked good questions. Then, there were the drunken self-proclaimed “Christians” who mocked and boasted in their sin, an all-too-familiar scene. By 4:00am, we were back at Tony’s pad seeking slumber.

Sunday morning, Tony helped me repair my Yakima Skybox after I had stupidly forgotten that it was on top of my vehicle and drove into a Des Moines parking garage. After hitting the rafter, I tried to back out, only to mangle the back end of that thing. I praised God for duct tape and epoxy, and our Nepali-style rig job seems to be holding up. Unfortunately, that expensive thing will have to be replaced, hopefully though, not on this trip. As we waited for the epoxy to dry, the four of us enjoyed a hearty lunch. Tony grilled chicken, and I sauteed up a mess of fresh vegetables from my garden. Then, after a time of corporate worship on the Lord’s Day, we bade farewell to Tony and again proceeded west, pausing from time to time to upbraid America. In Lincoln, Nebraska, a few tracts went out. In Kearny, Nebraska, we preached outside a local bar and distributed Gospel tracts. Eventually, the scene grew raucous and the police showed up as we were leaving. An officer demanded our identifications, but we appealed to our Constitutional right to anonymous free speech. The policewoman looked me dead in the eye and said, “Don’t you ever come back to this town.” We shook the dust off our feet and moved on. Around 1:00am, we paused in North Platte, Nebraska and saturated the downtown strip with Gospel tracts, trusting the Word of God never to return void. Finally, around 3:00am, I threw my sleeping bag down on the prairie floor atop Panorama Point just yards from the Wyoming line; ‘twas my 44th State Highpoint. The cold wind howled all night; my partners crashed in the car; and I praised God for a zero-degree down sleeping bag.

At dawn on November 1st, we buzzed over to Cheyenne, Wyoming (Thanks be unto the Lord for hot coffee) to rendezvous with Shawn Holes and officially begin our preaching tour. In those moments, I was overwhelmed with all that had already occurred and in desperate need of supernatural strength, for the work really hadn’t even started. I was relieved to know that many were praying for us.

For the next several days, we based out of Cheyenne on the property of a precious believing family with ten children. Their hospitality toward our group of eight was amazing: comfortable accommodations, fabulous meals, sweet fellowship, and pleasant times of corporate worship. Some of the brethren from the local church also joined us in the work of evangelism. Glory to God.

Upon arrival at our Cheyenne refuge, there was just enough time for a shower and a fresh cup of coffee before being whisked off over the snowy mountain pass to Laramie and the campus of the University of Wyoming. ‘Twas a cold morning, and the campus preaching tour officially began. Since, the days have been a whirlwind with little time to catch one’s breath. It went a little something like this:

University of Wyoming (11/1)

The thing I remember most about this place is that there was zero opposition and much encouragement from Christians (both students and campus ministry leadership). I have never seen this on a college campus before. That night, we enjoyed sweet fellowship in the home of a local pastor who was very supportive of our efforts and even came out there to open-air preach himself. Things got raucous as a vile group came out to preach over us with stupid soliloquies about a “Flying Spaghetti Monster” god. They mocked everything we said and kept saying “Ramen” (i.e. as opposed to Amen). It was all just a bunch of garbage from some website that foolishly claims there is as much evidence for a flying spaghetti monster to have created the universe as there is for the God of the Bible. I am amazed how so many of these college students cannot come up with an original thought; they only know how to regurgitate the intellectual vomit they have been fed, sheeple baa-ing their way to destruction. At this same campus, there was a black student who came out in a KKK outfit, running around mocking God and the Bible. Still, I recall very positive conversations, including one man who screamed at me only to later soften and take a Gospel tract. Lots of students did hang around to listen, and we were able to exhort many Christians unto boldness.

University of Colorado (11/2)

This campus in Boulder is known as a liberal mecca, but it proved mellow compared to the more “conservative” University of Wyoming. As usual, there were mockers, and one student lit what he thought was a Bible on fire, throwing it at the feet of the preacher. The ironic thing is that he had gone inside and gotten a corrupt Jehovah’s Witness bible from a table peddling that garbage inside the Student Union. The Lord does have a sense of humor. Tables were set up outside in the plaza, not only urging students to vote that day, but telling them exactly how to fill out their ballots (i.e. all democrat). I preached: “You call yourselves educated people, but you cannot even make your own decisions. You buy into all the lies your professors feed you about evolution and the Bible, and you even need someone to tell you how to vote. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. America really is in trouble.” Later, we discovered that Michael Bennet, the vile pro-abortion Obamaite running for U.S. Senate in Colorado was out there mingling with the students and encouraging them to vote. He must have heard the Gospel and hopefully was stung when he heard me publicly respond to a student’s question: “I wouldn’t vote for pro-abortion Michael Bennet if my very life depended upon it.” Sadly, the people of Colorado re-elected that man, although I am sure voter fraud played a big role in the outcome. As always, the Word did go out and many heard the Gospel in Boulder. I recall numerous positive conversations as well as a homosexual student named Wyatt who showed obvious signs of conviction. Please pray for him. Several Christians thanked us for coming out.

Colorado State (11/3)

This campus in Fort Collins had a great plaza for open-air preaching although we were forced to relocate when students cranked up vulgar rap music to ridiculous decibel levels. Still, many heard and the crowds were large. Genuine believers thanked us for coming out while false converts mocked and tried to shout over the preaching of the Cross. I recall very fruitful conversations with a Mormon girl, a Roman Catholic young man, an agnostic named Josh, and a student from Ireland who was really struggling with the problem of human suffering. Please pray for these. Our graphic abortion signs also caused quite a stir. Many Gospel tracts went out.

Downtown Cheyenne (11/3)

After Colorado State, four of us went into downtown Cheyenne and preached the Gospel outside of a bar. Some people got really angry, and one man actually threatened to kill me. For a brief moment, I thought he would make good on his promise, and since I was proclaiming the Gospel, I had already turned off the self-defense switch. Thankfully, the Lord protected me in those moments. The police eventually showed up and affirmed our First Amendment rights. Ironically, we ended up having a great conversation with these officers and were able to share Christ with them. A few tracts also went out, so the night was not in vain.

Salida, Colorado (11/4)

Thursday was a long travel day that put us in Salida, Colorado, and the Lord again provided lodging, this time in some real estate offices owned by Christians. Late that night, a few of us preached outside the Victoria Bar downtown. The people were foul in their blasphemy and threats, but a few fruitful conversations did ensue, one with a self-proclaimed Buddhist and another with a Jehovah’s Witness. We also rebuked a so-called pastor who was out there drinking and really blowing his testimony. Thankfully, the man seemed under conviction, and I pray the Lord did a work in his life.

Western State University (11/5)

Friday morning, we drove over Monarch Pass to Gunnison and the small campus of Western State University. Shawn Holes, as a ski instructor, had frequented this area years ago as an unsaved man and really wanted to upbraid the place. We did. For such a small campus, I marveled at the size of the crowds. People came out with signs that read: “We Love Weed & Porn,” “Trust Humanity,” and “I Like Having Control Over My Own Body.” Again, the true believers were encouraged and prayed for us while the false converts mocked and boasted in their sins (i.e. yelling over the preaching of the Cross, using God’s name in vain to make a point, threats of violence, etc.). In fact, such opposition has become like a broken record. Notwithstanding, there were good conversations and people did listen. At one point, students brought out water balloons and pelted the preacher.

Crested Butte (11/5)

After a long day at Western State, we drove up to the ski town of Crested Butte where Shawn Holes used to live and work as a professional ski instructor. He wanted us to preach outside the same bar scene where he, before Christ, used to revel and swim in sin. Downtown, I noticed a Nepali restaurant and went inside to see if I could find some of the people I dearly love. A Sherpa family from Lukla, Nepal fixed Kris Estep and me a wonderful Nepali meal, and the Lord allowed me to share Christ with these in their language, in a podunk out-of-the-way ski town in Colorado of all places. I promised to send them some of our Project Jagerna Nepali Scripture portions in the mail. I had some back in my vehicle in Salida and could have kicked myself for not bringing them along. Please pray for this Sherpa family; they clearly heard the truth. Later that night, we preached outside a couple bars and were surprised to experience small crowds. The police initially harassed us, but a call to our legal adviser, who then spoke with the officer in charge, motivated them to back off. The Gospel went forth unabated, but again, the spiritual atmosphere convinced me that the cup of America’s iniquity must be almost full.

Mt. Shavano (11/6)

Saturday was an absolutely gorgeous November day in the Rockies, and the Lord allowed me to summit Mt. Shavano, a Colorado Fourteener (14,229 ft.). ‘Twas a real slogfest, but the vistas were amazing, and the time alone with the Lord was refreshing after a busy week of preaching. I praise the God for that. Coming down, I got off the trail and was able to glissade down the Angel of Shavano, a permanent snow patch that looks just like a giant angel. I sat down atop the north wing and actually slid all the way down to the base of the body, losing about 1,000 ft. of altitude in less than five minutes. It was great to practice some self-arresting with my ice axe and to zip down the snow. The day was amazingly beautiful and provided some real spiritual rejuvenation.

Santa Fe (11/6-11/7)

Saturday afternoon, following my arduous 11-mile hike, our group made the long drive down to Santa Fe and were on the streets until about 2:30am. It was a hellish nightmare out there involving some of the most tyrannical police that I have ever encountered. Again, our legal adviser got involved and spoke directly with the Chief of Police. He finally called the dogs off after Shawn’s 15-year-old son had been arrested for “failing to produce an identification.” This out-of-line officer handcuffed him and stuck him in the back of the patrol car. Finally, he was released. It was utterly ridiculous. At one point, nine police cars and at least ten officers were out there to harass the Christians. They taunted us and made all sorts of unconstitutional threats, refusing to come to our aid when people got in our face and/or shoved us around. Still, we went back and forth between a couple of bars and spoke the Word of God into many ears. Before leaving, I told the group of mocking police that they ought to be ashamed of themselves. “You all are tyrants and a disgrace to our nation’s heritage of freedom. Shame on you. Sic Semper Tyrannus.” I make no apology for those words, and the police bullies are probably going to be facing a lawsuit for what they did to William Holes, a minor who is not even old enough to have a driver’s license. Thank God for that Chief of Police who intervened to stop the madness.

The next morning, our whole group had a sweet time of corporate worship in the downtown plaza. Brother Jake from Texas brought a powerful message that some eavesdroppers undoubtedly heard. Afterward, we open-air preached down there until dusk and gave out tracts and socks in the name of the Lord Jesus.

University of New Mexico (11/8)

The Lord provided us a nice refuge just south of Albuquerque in the home of a local pastor whom none of us had ever met. A former archaeologist, this brother has proven solid and extremely hospitable. Glory to God. Today, we hit the campus of the University of New Mexico, and it started out great. By afternoon, however, students were taking Bibles that we freely distribute and burning them at the feet of the preachers. Campus security did nothing. Pseudo-Christians shouted profanities over the preaching of the Cross, the nature of the mocking was particularly abhorrent, and Catholic students uttered threats. I weep when I think about what I saw this day. Still, there were some great conversations, and a few genuine believers thanked us for coming out. All I can say is “Father forgive them, for they know not what they say. They know not what they do.” Today again demonstrated that divine wrath is perhaps the only thing that will wake up this wicked nation that I am quickly becoming ashamed to call home.

Thus has been our adventure, undoubtedly sustained by the faithful prayers of the saints. Thank you. The coming days will be busy with a lot of driving in the evenings:

New Mexico Tech & New Mexico State (11/9)

University of Arizona (11/10)

Arizona State (11/11)

Northern Arizona University (11/12)

Las Vegas & UNLV (11/13-11/16)

Then, it’s off to California, Oregon, and Idaho. Please pray for strength, continued boldness, compassion for lost souls, and financial provision for gas, food, and other basic needs. Things are expensive, but the Lord always provides.

Pray also for my wife and Josiah. They will be flying into Las Vegas to rendezvous with us on November 16th. I really miss my family.

To God be the glory, great things he hath done. So loved He the world that He gave us His Son. Who yielded His life an atonement for sin, and opened the life gates that all may come in. Praise the Lord.

Jesse Boyd