Posts in walking across america
awakening & revival

My dear friends, as the miles stack up on this long walk, the more and more I am convinced that the spiritual state of our nation is far worse than we think. Moreover, the American Church is far more compromised and corrupted than we have imagined, much worse. Oh, how desperately we need REVIVAL in the churches and a SPIRITUAL AWAKENING in the land, like the Great Awakenings of old. O LORD: “Wilt thou not revive us again” (Psalm 85:6)?

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encounters

Unlike the previous leg of this journey, the route into West Virginia and Kentucky wasn’t particularly beautiful. In fact, it was quite ugly. I accumulated a lot of coal dust on my shoes; we stepped over more than a few used needles on the side of the road; and we felt the weight of the spiritual darkness that hangs in those parts, from all the opioid drug abuse and going all the way back to the violence, bloodshed, and raucousness of the Hatfields and McCoys. And yet, this leg was special and will be remembered as such.

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a quick update

Since we traipsed out of North Carolina for the last time, we slogged nine straight days and then came home for a few days’ rest. Over that 9-day stretch, we walked 170 miles and had at least 114 Gospel encounters in some pretty out-of-the-way places in Virginia. Moreover, it was a great blessing to give out 7 Bibles.

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smoky mountain rain

Many times over the years, I have found myself somewhere in that Smoky Mountain rain, and uncomfortably wet. And though frustrating, it was never not uniquely memorable and fascinating. Yes, I have a love/hate relationship with the Smoky Mountain rain and a love/hate relationship with the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

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hold fast

I apologize for the lull in communication. We are still out here and remain committed to walking across the United States in the spirit of watchmen upon a wall. In fact, since my last update of more than three weeks ago, we have logged another 193 walking miles and 82 more Gospel encounters, including two interactions with lost sheep from the House of Israel.

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the old north state

Greetings, dear brethren, in the name of the ONLY HOPE for the Old North State and the rest of the United States of America—Jesus the Messiah. We are currently back home wrapping up a few days of rest following a long 10-day stint that involved 152 miles of walking, 58 Gospel encounters, and the crossing of North Carolina’s state line into Tennessee at her westernmost corner.

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a journey of a thousand miles

Greetings beloved brethren in the name of Jesus the Messiah. An old Chinese proverbs states: A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is true. Last Friday, at the Rough Butt Bald Overlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway, our long walk across America hit 1,000 miles. Truly, a journey of a thousand miles does begin with one step. That step was in the ocean sand way out on North Carolina’s Outer Banks back on March 1st. Glory to God!

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catawba

What a joy it has been to walk all over my own Jerusalem bearing witness of the Truth all over my own Jerusalem. We literally passed through every town in the county on foot—Hickory, Mountain View, Newton, Conover, Catawba, Sherrills Ford, Maiden, Claremont, and Longview. And, we had many great witnessing encounters, 130 in all, some familiar faces and others unfamiliar.

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sheer profundity

If I were to sum up the last two weeks of our long walk across America, SHEER PROFUNDITY would certainly be appropriate. And, I describe it so while contemplating some things that were spoken to me by Christian folks at different points on the side of the road. Two of those testimonies compelled me to rejoin SHEER PROFUNDITY and shake my head in sad disgust. Another two compelled me to declare SHEER PROFUNDITY and nod my head with accord and affirmation.

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way out of the way

Looking at how the route has lately taken shape, one might say we have gone WAY OUT OF THE WAY. But, when hoofing across a continent, what is way out of the way? What does that even mean? If you have to walk several thousand miles anyway, what’s an extra 10 miles? 50 miles? or even 100 miles here and there?

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ode to a stumble

Heretofore, my daughter Bethany and I have walked approximately 385 miles from Cape Hatteras on North Carolina’s Outer Banks all the way to the junction of US Hwy 64 and Moons Chapel Road in Chatham County, smack dab in the middle of the state. It can thus be said that together we have walked HALFWAY ACROSS NORTH CAROLINA—along paved roads, dirt roads, fire roads, railroad tracks, National Forest trails, and even via two passenger ferries across open water.

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comfort in comfort

Along last week’s 92 miles of rural highways and hedges, we had 67 Gospel encounters. Four Bibles and many, many Gospel tracts were distributed. We are still on the lookout for that first lost sheep from the House of Israel, but that will come in the Lord’s perfect timing. That brings the overall totals to 220 miles, 151 Gospel encounters, and 8 Bibles from the location of the old Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in Dare County, NC to the intersection of Willard Road & US Hwy 421 just over the line in Sampson County, NC.

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pounding the pavement

Greetings, beloved brethren. This update will be shorter than usual, for when I’m done, Bethany and I have to drive back down to Eastern North Carolina to resume The Long Walk. Lord willing, we will get in a few miles before dark. Last week was a fruitful week in this endeavor. Thanks to all who prayed for us and kept up with the journey. We logged close to 85 miles across three counties.

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the long walk

Back in 2009 when I rode my bicycle from the Continental United States to the tip-top of Alaska, a Christian brother in Alaska gave me a book from his library that he thought I might appreciate. Entitled The Long Walk, it details the incredible 1941 escape of the Polish author and six other prisoners from a Siberian gulag. These escaped through a hole in the fence during a terrible blizzard and literally walked more than 4,000 miles out of Siberia, through Mongolia’s Gobi Desert, over the Tibetan Plateau and the Himalayas, and down into British India . . .

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