northernmost to southernmost
Beginning in Quebec, just across the international border from Escourt Station, Maine (the northernmost point of land in the contiguous United States), Jesse Boyd mounted his trusty bicycle and pedaled 3,412 miles to the southernmost point of the contiguous United States in Key West, Florida.
mission accomplished
Greetings from sunny, warm Key West, Florida in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, “the blessed and only Potentate, the King of kings, and Lord of lords; Who only hath immortality, dwelling in the light which no man can approach unto; whom no man hath seen, nor can see: to whom be honour and power everlasting. Amen” (I Timothy 6:15-16). By God’s grace and according to many of your prayers, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
8,200 miles
I rejoice to announce that my brother and I finally made it back after an 8,200-mile cross-country circuit, whereby the Gospel was preached across this land. We arrived home after four weeks on the road, and finally, I was able to get all of our stuff out of Washington and back to North Carolina. Jamie and Bethany also returned safely from their journey to Guatemala. There, they enjoyed a blessed time with missionary friends; and seeds of the Gospel were sown in abundance.
sowing sparingly
In recent days, the Lord has convicted my heart about all the missed opportunities from our last journey. True, as I pedaled across America on a bicycle, there were many opportunities to proclaim the Gospel and many people heard. But, the Lord keeps bringing II Corinthians 9:6 to my mind as he initially did back on that beach in Olympic National Park the day before I completed that coast-to-coast ride.
an ending, a beginning
At 5:45pm on December 8, 2004, our first missionary journey came to a full and final end as we safely pulled into Jamie’s parents’ backyard. There, the trailer will be parked for the next several months, and this place will temporarily be called home. I can only sit back and marvel when I think of all the Lord has done for us and all that he has brought us through since this whole thing began in the spring of 2003.
coast to coast 2003-2004
The first missionary journey of Full Proof Gospel Ministries began in Surf City, North Carolina on July 13, 2003. There, on the sands of the North Carolina coast, Jesse Boyd mounted a bicycle and began a ride that would take him all the way to the northwest corner of the contiguous United States. After 4,712 miles of pedaling, Jesse pedaled his bicycle into the Pacific waters outside of Neah Bay, Washington on October 30, 2004.
the long road home
About three weeks ago, the coast-to-coast bicycle journey for the Word of God and the Testimony of Jesus Christ finally came to a conclusion in Neah Bay, Washington. Notwithstanding, the work of the ministry and the public proclamation of the Gospel of Jesus Christ carries on. Much has happened.
the finish line
He that began a good work in us hath surely brought it to completion (Philippians 1:6). On Saturday, October 30, at 6:00pm (Pacific Standard Time), my bicycle rolled up onto the sand and then into the waters of the Pacific Ocean along a beach just outside Neah Bay, Washington after 4,712 total miles pedaled for the Word of God and the Testimony of Jesus Christ. “Coast to Coast 2003” is finally accomplished.
a stronghold in the day of trouble
In the past four days, the Lord saved our lives from certain serious injury, saved our truck from near destruction, and miraculously saved me from being stranded on a lonely mountain highway in the snow. In three separate incidents, He proved to be a stronghold and our Protector. All praise, honor, and glory be to his name.
long may you run
Once again, the Lord manifested a powerful lesson to us in this situation. All we had to do was sit back and wait upon him; he would provide at the right time, and we would know that the provision came from his hand. Psalm 27:14 proved itself true: “Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.” I recall Zabriskie Point in Death Valley National Park to my mind. It was there that I twice cried unto the LORD for a vehicle, and twice he heard my cry, answering in his perfect timing.
life in mammoth
It has been awhile since my last update, so I thought I would bring everyone up to speed on what has been going on here. To begin with, the Lord is definitely doing something in Mammoth Lakes, but the details are difficult to perceive at this juncture. This is plainly evident by the activity of the Enemy.
two thousand miles
Glory to God. The bicycle journey for the Word of God and the Testimony of Jesus Christ has eclipsed 2,000 miles. It’s been arduous and eventful since the 1,000th milemarker on that stormy August night outside of Bourbon, Indiana. Here in South Dakota, we press on … The headwind sweeping across the Dakota prairie was absolutely NASTY today. No bike, no matter how aerodynamic, could minimize it enough.
a little piece of nebraska
On Thursday morning, after a good night’s rest in the Crofton, Nebraska city park, I mounted the bike and again headed west. The scenery dropping down into the Missouri River Valley was quite pleasant, and in just 90 minutes, I had knocked out 28 miles.
north dakota, south dakota
Greetings in the name of Jesus Christ, God of the Universe. I am writing this from Sioux Falls in the bottom southeast corner of South Dakota. How we got here is a long and somewhat frustrating story, at least from a human perspective. Then, what we were greeted with here in Sioux Falls, South Dakota’s largest city, was just plain sad. But first, here is how we ended up here.
a reminder of HIS grace
Enroute to Rosseau, the next town, the Lord gave me a great reminder of His grace at a time when I really needed such a reminder. Lying on the side of the highway was a cross someone had constructed with two solid sticks and some string. Oh, the cross …
a little stint into Canada
After penning the last report, we crossed the border at International Falls, Minnesota, and I pedaled approximately 30 miles to Barwick, a very small Canadian farm town. There, we camped alone for the night in what was basically a large field. Monday’s weather was absolutely incredible. Temperatures climbed into the 70’s, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
ely to international falls
It has been almost a week since I penned our last report, and some of you may be wondering what has become of us. Well, I am sitting in the front seat of my truck typing this update on Sunday night, October 5th in International Falls, Minnesota … Let me go back and recap the past week.
into the north woods
Greetings in the name of the Most High God and the fellowship of Jesus Christ our Lord. All praise to the Maker of this wilderness in the midst of which I now sit. But, more about that later. The last couple of days have been an amazing chapter in this journey, and there is much to say.
one-way and out-of-the-way
I am penning this brief from a public library in downtown Iron River, Wisconsin. The facility is actually closed, but this kind lady let us come inside to use the computers anyway. Last night, after the email from Washburn, I pedaled up Hwy. 13 another 12 miles north.
a few people, a few places
FINALLY, I completed the ride across Michigan's Upper Peninsula. And along the way, we have met a few people and have seen a few places. I am penning this post from a public library in the small town of Washburn, Wisconsin.