On March 1, 2021, we put feet in the Atlantic Ocean off Cape Hatteras, North Carolina and began walking across the United States, in the spirit of watchmen upon a wall (Ezekiel 3:17). 8,118 miles later, on October 10, 2024, we put our feet in the Pacific Ocean at Humboldt Lagoons State Park in Northern California. America is and remains in BIG TROUBLE with the Lord. We must continue to warn them, both Jew and Gentile. And, we must cry out to God to bring revival to America’s churches and spiritual awakening to her streets. Please take a moment and consider the BLUNT TRUTH we proclaimed as we took up our cross and put one foot in front of another, the same truth we shall continue to herald in all our comings and goings, both at home and abroad.

totals

• 8,118 miles walked
• 20 states | 251 counties
• 3,601 Gospel encounters
• 183 Bibles

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The best part about homeschooling is WE set the classroom schedule, and we have complete and total freedom to adjust as WE see fit. Sometimes, field trips with the school of life come up at the last minute, and these always get first dibs over the classroom. Thanks to Josiah Lamb who hires my son to help him build and set up greenhouses, teaching him many useful things in which the TikTok generation is dumber than a bag of rocks. They set this one up yesterday in Mt. Holly … just more good fruit that continues to be born from the Montana Hate Crime. Thank you Madison County! Y’all got egg all over your face, and we got a Lamb from your backyard now living in Catawba County! #thelongwalkusa

My son just received this sweet note from our persecuted and unjustly imprisoned sister in Christ, Heather Idoni, in response to a card he had sent to her in jail. The quote on the back is from John Wesley, and I am unworthy that such a profound statement would remind anyone of me. Please remember and pray for our imprisoned brethren in America, Christians held as political prisoners for simply loving life and the lives of the most vulnerable among us. The pro-life prisoners ought to get their pardons from President Trump on January 20th BEFORE any J6 pardons are doled out. Pardon the Prolifers early afternoon, J6ers late afternoon, all before the sun goes down! Our family loves and appreciates you, Heather.

I think it’s great the IDF has taken the summit of Mt. Hermon, the “high mountain” of the Gospels where our Lord was transfigured. LOL at the Catholic myth placing that factual event on Mt. Tabor, definitely not a “high mountain.” I bushwhacked up the side of Mt. Tabor once, shared some Arabic Gospel tracts with a group of Arab teens having a picnic 🧺 on top. As for the true summit of Hermon, there’s always snow there, and I’m hoping the IDF’s presence there will open up an opportunity for me to bag it next Spring. Maybe just a pipe dream. The people of Israel live. The Messiah of Israel lives. Come, Lord Jesus.

Hey, don’t expect a guy who walked across the United States to drive to the local post office when he can get there in a little over an hour on foot. It’s just the way of things. #thelongwalkusa

“And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her of the LORD” (Luke 1:45-46). Back in January, I determined to read through the entire Bible TWICE before the end of 2024. I finished the first reading on May 26th and the second reading two days ago. I want to see if I can read it through THRICE before the end of 2025, so why not get started immediately? This morning I found myself in Luke 1 where exactly A YEAR AND A DAY AGO I noted at Elisabeth’s words to Mary in verses 45-46: “12/7/23 - MT” and drew an arrow down to verses 51-52. You see, Mary believed the Word and promise of the LORD when it was spoken to her by the angel, immediately and long before it was performed: “Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word” (Luke 1:38). A year ago, my faith in the Lord’s deliverance was more like that of Thomas, “Except I shall see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe” (John 20:25). On 12/7/2023, I was rebuked by the LORD as He had gently rebuked Thomas: “Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed” (John 20:29). t was a crossroads, and I determined to trust Him, resting in His promises as did Mary. Funny that I happened on those notations exactly a year and a day later. Like Mary, I rejoice in God my Saviour. He truly performed the things promised unto me in Montana, even scattering the proud in the imagination of their hearts (Brad Terrell, Daniel Wyatt, Alec Winn, Tim Jurgonski, Sheriff Hedges, Robbie Pohl, David Buchler, Thorin Geist, Jed Fitch, Austin Knudsen, et. al. all the way down to the lowest flea, Robert Bartles/Bates/Batty/Baty, whatever his name was). He scattered their proud imaginations like chaff in the wind. HOLY IS HIS NAME! #thelongwalkusa

All I wanted to do was get home last night before midnight, and then these boys started throwing down the peer pressure. They wanted me to take them to Jasper Mall in Jasper, AL (see the depressing documentary called Jasper Mall to understand why), but it was two hours out of the way. They kept bugging me and bugging me. I encouraged them to look for a dead mall somewhere along I-20 near Birmingham and I would take them to walk around that. Somehow, that turned into bugging me to let them check out the abandoned “Holy Family Hospital” just off the interstate in Ensley, AL. Who knows how they even found out about it? I was just driving and trying to stay awake. Thus, we ended up here poking around, and I definitely didn’t get home before midnight. We used to do this stuff to my dad when he took us on road trips. I guess I got some payback years later. Holy Family Hospital in Ensley, what a strange and eerie history. What a sad present reality! And no, we didn’t proceed any farther down that frightening hallway.

I took my son and my nephew to the old cemetery in Clinton, MS to show them where their great great grandfather, a WWI vet and a Baptist missionary, is buried. There are Confederate veterans in that old cemetery too. Amen to the 3rd photo, and do you notice the same disturbing detail I noticed with regard to the memoriam to WWII and Korean vets? Uhh? Long and arduous road trips are what you make of them.

Honored to hang out in the home of a hero of the faith on house arrest for loving his unborn neighbors, singing a hymn in a hallway, and daring to film it. God bless Dr. Coleman Boyd and his great big happy family.

Ole Miss Campus

Just had some serious PTSD walking out of a gas station … wait, this is Mississippi, not Montana :) En route to Ole Miss for some campus outreach. Prayers must appreciated. Carrying that cross Madison County, Montana cops held in safekeeping for two years. #thelongwalkusa

It had been a while since I was on a campus with my cross, and I had high hopes that the animal, also known as the “American college student,” had gotten a little smarter since the last time I encountered him in his native habitat. Those hopes and dreams were shattered quickly at Mississippi State. Yes, the American college student in his natural habitat is and remains one of the dumbest animals on the face of God’s earth. He needs help. And, He needs Jesus. It was a blessing, however, to join up with Brother Coleman Boyd on “house arrest” courtesy of Joe Biden and a harpie Jezebel judge, simply for singing a hymn in a hallway outside of a Nashville abortion mill and daring to record it on his phone. Joe Biden and a harpie judge call that “criminal conspiracy.” My brother’s “house arrest” terms allow him to leave home for work, and for the Christian there is always Great Commission WORK to be done in all places and at all times. What a blessing to stand with my cross right beside this persecuted brother yesterday as he boldly and passionately worked to share Christ with young folks who are scattered abroad and without a shepherd, without hope in this world. A lot of Gospel tracts went out. My son and my nephew were tracting machines, even got the Dean of Students mad at them. That means they did something right by our Lord. I had a few good conversations myself and was able to encourage some Christian brothers (my favorite part about any such outreach). It was a good time of ministry. Thanks for your prayers. #thelongwalkusa

Finally, after a couple strikeouts, a coffee shop where they know what they are doing. The past two (Jacksonville, NC and Shelby, NC) were strikeouts, and I nearly had to go behind the counter to make it myself. Walking across the Pacific Northwest spoiled us greatly. But alas, this little espresso bar in downtown Tuscaloosa was on par.

It was hard getting back on the road, but again, I’m in good company. And, no road trip is complete without a couple of county highpoints and dinner in a parking lot with a Yakima EXO Gearbox as a kitchen counter. Blessed to have my son and my nephew along this week for some college campus outreach. Pray for us, we’ll be joining some good brothers at Mississippi State a little later day.

We are attending a wedding down on the NC coast this weekend, and some old friends (parents of the groom) invited us to use their house while they are staying up closer to the wedding venue. We got in late and were unsure of which was the guest room appointed to Jamie and me. They made it obvious, LOL. What a super-great gift! My buddy then asked me to sign the one he has hanging on his office wall. I did :) On top of all this, the ministry phone confiscated from Eric in Madison County two years ago, the same one returned to me a month ago, safely arrived to its destination in Kathmandu, Nepal. It’s now Brother Bishnu’s ministry phone! Talk about sweet revenge. Hallelujah to the Lord! #thelongwalkusa

It was late afternoon on May 18, 2021, a little more than 500 miles into our long walk across America and the same day I walked into Rowan County. On a curve in Glover Road, I passed by a house. A man seated on his front porch hollered out to me, curious about the message on my cross. It was Mr. Paris. Since that day, Claude (84) has suffered some real hardships and yet has reached out to me every so often to see if I was still walking for Jesus with that cross. His wife of more than 60 years passed away about a year ago, and he is now in a Salisbury rest home, struggling to recuperate from a back surgery gone wrong. I heard from him while we were on our way back home to NC earlier this month. What a joy it was Josiah and me to surprise Mr. Paris yesterday with a visit. I showed him video footage of the walk and how it finished out there on the California coast. We fellowshipped for a while and prayed together. I was encouraged by his trust in the LORD and that he is a faithful witness to the nurses. Mr. Paris taught hunter safety and concealed carry courses for nearly 50 years. We enjoyed talking about that and about the Civil War history of the Salisbury area. We are both direct descendants of North Carolina Confederate veterans who served in General Lee’s Army of Northern Virginia. After our visit with Mr. Paris, Josiah and I made a beeline to the Salisbury National Cemetery built on grounds that once housed a large Confederate POW camp. Union General George Stoneman’s cavalry burned that prison camp down in 1865, and yet, the remains of more than 11,000 unknown Union soldiers lie stiff under that southern dust. Surrounded by “Unknown” markers, the field with the old trees is the location of the old burial trenches. #thelongwalkusa

This is the ministry iPhone that was stolen from Eric Trent by Madison County Deputy Daniel Wyatt on 11.12.2022. None of the rest of us falsely charged and arrested for obeying Montana Law to-the-letter had our phones confiscated. When inquiry was made with the Sheriff’s Department after our release from jail, Sergeant Alec Winn stated over the phone: “We don’t give property back to criminals.” Well, when this department was profoundly embarrassed two years later with the dismissal of all charges “in the interest of justice,” we got this phone and all the rest of our confiscated property back. Miraculously, the iPhone battery health was 100% after sitting dead for 2 years in Virginia City. As soon as we got back to NC I got a message from Kathmandu expressing a need for a phone for a Nepali pastor. This faithful brother had been using an iPhone 6s, and it finally died. Now, this special iPhone 11pro held captive by Madison County is on its way to Nepal where it will be used for some time to come just as it was being used the day Dan Wyatt thought he got himself a new phone. Our Lord truly does have a sense of humor. We honestly thought we’d never see it again, and now it’s headed to a faraway land to bless a good and faithful Nepali brother in Christ. Hallelujah! #thelongwalkusa

It’s a fine Fall afternoon for a family stroll on the Cloninger Rail Trail through Lincolnton. So good to be back home in the South, and a guy who just walked across the United States has got to keep walking if he wants his legs to keep working. #thelongwalkusa

I’m having a lot of fun wearing the infamous “hate crime pants” around town. That’s Terrell’s blood sprinkled on the left knee. That big blood spot near the right foot is mine. I talked a little about this in a great interview last night with a firearms instructor and host of “Defenders Live” out of Whitehall, Montana. It will air December 4th, and I’ll put the link out when I have it. We got into a lot of good stuff about self-defense and even some more important spiritual truth. The host couldn’t understand why I let Terrell punch me at least twice before I acted to defend myself. It’s simple. I can take a hit, no big deal. Secondly, I was injured at the time. Fighting back was a last resort. Thirdly, and perhaps most important: In a lawless and godless society, the street preacher is ALWAYS wrong in the eyes of the world and law enforcement. It’s therefore better to act in a way that erases all doubt as to who threw the first punch. Terrell threw a lot of punches that day. I threw one good kick to the face, hence the nosebleed on my pants. As you can see from my mugshot, not a single one of his blows was a direct hit. My response was 💯% defensive. God gave us victory that day. None of us got hurt, and because we love Jesus, Terrell escaped with just a nose bleed instead of taking two to the chest (His words on bodycam: “I got punched in this nose. That’s what happened”). I still praise God for that. The real hate crime occurred in what followed with those dirty cops. They must be held accountable. Stay tuned for a great show on December 4th. And I’ll keep sporting these sweet pants. #thelongwalkusa

I put this walking preacher Gospel tract on display in the Conover, NC post office nearly a year ago. I just came back after a 5-month absence, and to my surprise, it was still there. We put a cross we carried through Kashmir’s Nubra Valley up on a remote hillside with cement once. It only stayed 6 months. Sheer profundity. #thelongwalkusa

This is Judge Hupp, a retired Virginia Circuit Court Judge who occasionally gets called up to travel and substitute around the State. Ahead of tomorrow’s docket in a nearby county, he came to enjoy a little peace and quiet on the grounds of Appomattox Courthouse. He was having a little car trouble in the parking lot, so the Lord had me lend him a hand. I ended up having the tools to solve the issue only to discover that he was a Judge AND that we are both direct descendants of Confederate veterans who served in General Lee’s Army of Northern Virginia, the same army that laid down its arms on these grounds on April 9, 1865. Here’s the strange part. He was born the same year as my dad, and it was his grandfather. It was my great, great, great grandfather. I believe he told me his grandpa was 68 years old when his mom was born, and she was 43 when he was born. I spoke a bit about my recent walk across America and the spiritual rot of our country. His response was a pleasant surprise. He said, “I’m a Christian and just have to keep reminding myself, ‘Though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.” I replied, “Judge Hupp, those are words from my favorite verse of my favorite hymn!” Praise God there are still some good judges out there. I got to sit down and talk with one in Montana recently, and I met another today a stone’s throw from where General Lee sat down to talk with General Grant. We also witnessed to a couple from Cape Hatteras as I explained to them why their hometown will forever hold a special place in my heart. It was the starting line of #TheLongWalkUSA. Now, my lovely wife and I are enjoying an afternoon coffee together at an old book shop in downtown Appomattox before making the 4-hour drive home. The barista said she likes my shirt, and I told her it matched the sticker on my mug. It’s been a fun couple of days with my sweetheart of 27 years. She puts up with my county highpoints and Civil War buffing :)

route progress by county

251 Counties (Dare County, North Carolina to Humboldt County, California)

route snapshots

Central Washington & Mt. Baker Fishhook

NW Montana to Eastern Washington

Glacier National Park Loop

Across Western Montana

Madison County Loop

Yellowstone & Grand Teton Loop

South Dakota & Wyoming

Black Hills Loop

Nebraska

Missouri, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Kansas

Missouri & Arkansas

KY, IL, crossing the Mississippi

TN, VA, WV, Eastern KY

Western NC, SC, GA, East TN

NC Piedmont

Eastern NC

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