Greetings, dear friends! I have a question. It’s the same question the famous Baptist missionary Adoniram Judson asked after the LORD turned his captivity from harsh persecution in Burma in 1826. It’s also the same question the Psalmist asked under inspiration of the Holy Ghost: “What shall I render unto the LORD for all his benefits toward me (Psalm 116:12)?” Your prayers I requested back in July for wisdom and discernment were all answered with EXCLAMATION. We have much for which to be thankful.

Back on June 25th, we resumed #TheLongWalkUSA from the abandoned barn on Heine Road in Stevens County, Washington. Since, we have logged nearly 300 walking miles with almost 100 Gospel encounters! The walking route has crossed the Columbia River, climbed up and over two mountain ranges (the Kettle Rivers and the Okanogans), slogged into a third mountain chain (the Northern Cascades) and to the summit of Mt. Baker, a big Cascade volcano near the Canadian border …

It was a gorgeous day here in the Pacific Northwest, barely a cloud in the sky, but the sun was blazing hot. By evening, we had resumed what we hope to be the last leg of #TheLongWalkUSA, logging 8 miles from the broken barn on Heine Rd. to Main Street in a little “West Virginia Hollow”—esque Washington community called Addy. Still, we remain unclear about the direction, but it felt good to put one foot in front of another …

If Christians took seriously Jesus’ very simple instructions in Matthew 18:15-20 and actually followed them, perhaps 99% of problems in the local church, including those PARADED as doctrinal, would be resolved. Sadly, we don’t follow these instructions, and once strong relationships in ministry sometimes crumble to dust. It’s a sad reality of the Christian life and of Christian ministry and will be so until our Lord returns …

In my last post (December 19), I promised a recap of some of our time spent on the last leg of #thelongwalkusa, before we were unjustly arrested and charged for simply defending ourselves from a rabid mongrel who cursed God, cursed us for walking into Montana, and physically assaulted Jesse Boyd. I apologize that I am quite late in fulfilling this promise. I am a very slow writer …

Greetings, brethren, in the name of our Saviour and King, Jesus the Christ. In some upcoming posts, Eric Trent will be recapping in detail the segment of #TheLongWalkUSA that continued from where I last left you at the foot of the Bighorn Mountains back on September 22nd. We had walked halfway across the State of Wyoming and were then able to share some SOME FINE TESTIMONY. I pray you are encouraged by his words in these very dark and troubling times for America, when righteousness is guilty until proven innocent, when truth is fallen into the streets, and when a street preacher is ALWAYS to blame in any situation.

This kind gentleman was one of the very first encounters we had on #TheLongWalkUSA. It was March 1, 2021, the very first day of the walk. A couple of miles from the starting line on the North Carolina beach where the old Cape Hatteras Lighthouse used to stand, Bethany and I walked up to a flooded section of road where the water was a bit deep. This truck, bearing a Confederate flag, pulled alongside of us—our very first encounter with a motorist who pulled up to engage …

August 12, 2022 alongside US 287 in Madison County, Montana was NOT THE FIRST TIME in my life a complete stranger pulled up to me on the side of a rural highway and GOT OUT OF HIS VEHICLE to attack, completely unprovoked. In 2009, I pedaled a bicycle all the way to Prudhoe Bay, Alaska, up through Canada on some very remote highways, some of them gravel for many miles. On the afternoon of August 6, 2009 …

Since my last update of a week ago, we left South Dakota and have walked almost halfway across the State of Wyoming. Yesterday, we stopped at the head of Crazy Woman Canyon just south of Buffalo and at the literal feet of the Bighorn Mountains, Northern Wyoming’s front range of the Rockies.

Another leg of #TheLongWalkUSA is in full swing. Since resuming from the Nebraska/Wyoming line west of Harrison back on August 27th, we have walked nearly 300 miles and just crossed the South Dakota/Wyoming line west of Belle Fourche. By God’s abundant grace, we walked out of the Nebraska prairie; we traversed the entirety of the Black Hills Range up to elevations higher than we have seen since the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina; and we have now walked back into the prairie again—what they call Wyoming’s No Man’s Land between the Black Hills and the Big Horn Mountains

Hey everyone! In my last newsletter, I promised some details about the last leg’s Gospel encounters from Eric, and here are those promised details from his pen. I pray you are encouraged thereby in these very dark times for America. We are trying to get out of town in the next few days and to resume #TheLongWalkUSA from the Nebraska/Wyoming state line. Please pray for us.

I rejoice that another long leg was completed back on June 24th, after more than a thousand walking miles! On April 28th, we resumed from the tri-state marker where the Oklahoma, Missouri, and Arkansas state lines come together. On June 24th, we walked up to another state line … WYOMING. After 1,087 miles of walking and more than 300 Gospel encounters (some very meaningful with both Jew and Gentile) between these state demarcations, the Lord then gave us liberty to return home for a few weeks to be with our families and to recuperate, re-outfit, and resupply for the long road that still lies ahead.

We are presently STUCK on our long walk across America. After 91 miles of walking and witnessing a mess of nasty wet peppered with severe thunderstorms moved into the area. Fortunately, we had a warm, cozy home where we could wait it out two hours east. We packed up the SAG late Sunday night and drove back just ahead of the storms. It has been raining pretty much ever since, both where we stopped walking and where we are staying.

Your prayers as we head back to the route are much appreciated and cause for our daily thanksgiving unto God. It gets lonely out there, but knowing people are specifically praying for us is always a shot in the arm and strength to take another step for the Word of God and the Testimony of Jesus the Messiah.

Praise God! Since my last newsletter (dated February 17th), we completed a 612-mile leg that took us clear across Missouri, into parts of Northern Arkansas, and upon a very appropriate spot to pause for a much-needed “spring break.” This leg was more than double the length of our previous longest leg. Last week, we walked up to an interesting historical marker in the dark. It was an old tri-state marker at the spot where Missouri, Arkansas, and Oklahoma come together. Just beyond that marker was a large sign: Welcome to Oklahoma.

It’s a blessing to report that our last leg was 211 miles, and along that route which wound in and out of three states, we had 103 Gospel encounters and gave out 8 copies of the Holy Scriptures. Moreover, we FINALLY got across the Mississippi, that Ol’ Man River. That’s a genuine milestone. From Cape Hatteras, North Carolina, you can drive 950 miles in 15 hours to the very bridge we used to cross this important waterway on foot. Somehow, it took us 2,650 miles and 10 months to get there. I guess we took the extreme hardcore scenic route.