To tell you of my walk with the Lord, I have to begin with how far away I was when I started, I never met my “worldly” father, Him and my mother split when I was six months old. I was born with TB and may be that was too much of a disappointment for him, I don’t know. I was raised my Mother and grandma with much love and care, Neither were church goers, they worked two different shifts at a sugar refinery, one days and the other nights so one could always be with me. Even though they didn’t go to church, my Mother sent me with neighbors a lot, So I did know about Jesus, but only a child with no reinforcement from home to teach me exactly what he did for me on the cross, just the usual “Jesus Loves me this I know , cause the Bible tells me so” kind of thing. After divorcing my stepfather when I was twelve, my Mother and I moved into the St. Thomas projects in New Orleans. At thirteen, she had a stroke and was paralyzed on her left side and had trouble with her speech. I would come home from school and give her physical therapy every day before doing my homework and making supper. A year later she had another stroke and went into a coma for six months before she died. I went to love with my grand ma and at fourteen the rebellion started. I know now who was responsible for that and I was a ripe field for him to plant the seeds of anger I was feeling. I was mad at the Lord for taking my mother from me and did not have the wisdom to unde4rstand with his plans were for me at the time. I only know I as hurt and it was His fault. I hit the streets at fourteen running with older guts and learning the Devils trades. Because of being big for my age, and the laxness in New Orleans about drinking, I started hanging out in bars, messing with older women, all the iniquity that comes with running with the devil. I got a motorcycle at seventeen and by the time I was eighteen, I was in the club. At twenty the club I was in was to square for me and joined the Galloping Gooses, a 1% club with chapters all over the country. For the next five years I ran crazy, drugs, drinking, women, jail, you know the scene. I left the club in 75 and moved to the country, here in Pearl River. I still rode by myself but I was trying to get my head together, Satan would have none of that, I started playing music around the area in the local clubs and bars. It wasn’t long before I was right back no the street doing pretty much the same thing without the motorcycle, the music scene it was as bad, Easy women, booze the drugs. I met Jeanee when she was bartending in a little joint I hung out in. She was different, but when we got together we still both were drinking and each had our demons fully attached, Our love was true, but Satan was in the middle and the first year we were together were rough. The finances were tough and the drinking was a relief, I know now we were only letting Satan keep us down. The turning point was when I spent Super Bowl Sunday about Twelve years ago in Slidell jail and watched the game from behind bars. Jeanee would not bail me out and I had to call my boss. More heartache and finance problems DWI cost me about $1500.00 after all was said and done. Jeanee had a medical problem and the meds she takes do not allow her to drink. We had a long talk about our loves together; I knew if it didn’t change, I would lose the best thing that I had in my life. We both stopped drinking and have been thirteen years sober. We decided to look for a church; we tried a couple before we found one that was right. Right of the bat, they were starting a new contemporary service and when the music director found out I was a musician, I started playing in the praise and worship service, Jeanee was singing in the choir, We did this for eight years, I started feeling closer to God than I ever had. The old director left and the new had different ideas of direction he wanted to take the service, so a lot of us that had been on the team were told we were not needed any fore. Our pastor backed this up. This was the first I realized you could be so hurt in the house of the Lord. We tried to deal with it, but it was too much. We found out the churches and would worship and home also. We never left the Lord, Just the building. The Holy Spirit started working on me about the great commission. I had been studding my Bible and realized one-day that being a Christian and being saved was only the beginning of my walk. The more I studied the more the Spirit directed me to evangelism. I studied of course from the Mercy Street Ministries and received a Certificate of evangelism Ministry, June of this year. After not having a motorcycle for over ten years, I believe it was providence that led me to H & H after getting back on tow wheels. The Holy Sprit has led me to minister to those still caught in the web of lies that Satan is still spreading in the world, One of the problems of evangelizing, is having a follow op course of action, after someone comes to Jesus, If you just send them to a church that is not filled with the Holy Spirit and I’m afraid there are a lot of those around, then you might lose them I want to continue to minister to the and help the grow in their new faith. I feel that Highways and Hedges was sent by the Lord to help me as I sojourn in this world to gather all the lost I can find before the day of the Lord, With what is in this world to gather all the lost I can find before the day of the Lord, With what is going on in the world, I believe the time of our Lords return is growing I believe this might be the generation that sees the glorious return of our Savior. I pray so. The fields are ripe, but the harvesters are few. It is with the thought and belief that I write you Punkin, about the minister ship. This is been in my heart for some years, but I believe the Lord has waited till the right time, His time, to make this happen. Just to get you up to speed on what is going on here now, we have a lot of people at my job who lost there homes and everything they had. I have spent the last few weeks caring and counseling those and trying to deep their sprits up and speak of Jesus when the opportunity arises, I ask that you keep me and Jeanee in your prayers, and pry for the lord to, as he did for Peter and John, give the right things to say, and to give me the strength to endure, Even though the damage to our home was slight, when we leave our yard and go into the streets around, the sights we see the storm damage is heart rendering, We are slowly coming back, but the strain is showing and the prayers are so helpful. I’ll leave you now with my prayers for you and Rhonda and hope to see ya’; very soon. Only for His Grace we Love, H&HM Dave Dillon

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