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From: "ANZAC Prophetic List" <prophetic@...>
Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 19:41:23 -0500
NOTE:  The following report comes from Jesse Morrell, leader of a
radical open-air outreach ministry.
"Daytona - GOMORRAH??"
-Jesse Morrell.
[ www.openairoutreach.com ] 

The sight at Daytona Beach was one of the most horrific sights I 
have ever seen in my life. I felt as though we were swimming through 
a filthy sewer. The hellishness was horrifying. Girls were walking 
around almost entirely exposed while some in their cars were 
actually exposed. Everywhere you turned you saw men walking up 
to girls who were complete strangers and molesting them without
any resistance. We tried to preach and use the 'money' way but 
men were so focused in on their drunkenness and fornication that 
we couldn't get or keep their attention that way. Trivia questions 
couldn't compete with the alcohol and women. We became just 
the buzzing of a bee in a jungle of animals. We couldn't preach 
the way we normally do in a park or in a pulpit because they were 
so blinded and in such a deep sleep, comfortable in their sin!! 

Walking the streets watching men with cameras (putting them in 
unspeakable places) and seeing women with almost no clothing 
stirred up righteous anger inside of many of us. Many of us got to 
the point where we realized that if we were ever going to get their
attention and get God's Word to them then we needed to shout 
out a wake-up call and thunder the word of God. 

To start if off I stood next to a crowd of maybe 10 guys all on 1 girl 
and preached "You dogs! You adulterers and adulteress, the wages 
of sin is death! Etc etc."  In a short period they completely dispersed, 
the girl going one way and the guys going another. I thought that 
maybe she was saved from being gang raped, getting pregnant, or 
getting or giving Aids. 

Shortly after that I preached to the guys walking past on the side-
walks. Right away a drunkard was walking by and heard what I 
said, he spewed out, "Don't tell me you have never taken a 14 year 
old girl into the bushes and raped her. Don't try to tell me you 
have never done that!!?"  I could not believe what I was hearing. I 
was absolutely appalled and disgusted. I told him that through 
Jesus Christ he could be forgiven but that the wicked shall be cast into hell.

Two brothers named Doug and Shawn came with me to find a place 
for open-air. There was a street corner that had lines of guys waiting 
for girls to walk. When girls would walk by all the men would close 
in on them and molest them. I got so angry at sin and the devil that 
I started preaching right next to them: "REPENT!!! Fornicators and 
adulterers God will judge. (Heb 13:4). You guys aren't men! Look at 
you! You guys are dogs! (Rev 22:15). Women put your clothes on!!! 
Men put your cameras down!!! Drunkards pour out your alcohol!!! 
Turn to God and live. Unless you repent you will perish! Why are 
there thousands of people out here today to sin? The wages of sin 
is death. Turn to God and live!!"  Most of the men started to split 
when we publicly called them to repent of their blatantly obvious 

We received many vicious hecklers. Doug and I stood back to back 
like a dueling duo. Back to back I preached down one way and he 
the other, calling some of the hardest sinners to repent. The 
hecklers screamed, "I hate you! I _____ hate you! I?m going to beat 
the ___ out of you."  While we would respond "God bless you. We 
love you guys. You can go ahead and beat us, but we want you to 
know that unless you repent you're going to perish in the fires of hell 
for all eternity."  We got to know what it means to love those who 
hate us and to bless those who curse us. One heckler tried to force 
me to drink his alcohol, but no one got violent and the cops even 
informed us that it was absolutely OK for us to preach. 

Holdings our Bibles high we walked the streets preaching repent-
ance and declaring the judgment of God, I felt the Spirit of God. I 
don't even want to think about the amount of women who were raped 
or impregnated or woke up with Aids. It was much like Sodom and 
Gomorrah. In those cities hordes of men roamed the streets to find 
a man to rape. This day hordes of men roamed the streets to find 
women to molest and rape. I warned the women about the men and 
also warned the men about the women. I preached out of Proverbs 5 
on the trap of immoral women. I had never seen so many "Scare
Face" t-shirts in my life. Scareface is a movie about a murderous 
drug dealer thug. When we preached against their role-models of 
ScareFace, Tupac, Biggy Smalls, (Tupac and Biggy both thugs 
who were murdered) it brought quite a stir out of them. 

Because there were thousands of people and we couldn't reach 
them all, I wish I still had my PS 7:11 "God is angry with the wicked 
every day" easel display which was stolen when my car was stolen. 
Though some will not read a tract or listen to open-air preaching, 
they will read a scripture on a display and that is a seed planted. 

Thousands upon thousands were arrogantly and boastfully marching 
into the flames of hell. I wanted to cry. Re 21:8 "But the fearful, and
unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, 
and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the 
lake which burns with fire and brimstone: which is the second death." 
The preaching was intense. Though we did preach grace, it was very 
little. We shared very little about the cross and Jesus Christ because 
they would have taken his blood and trampled it under their feet, we 
would have been casting our pearls among pigs. Had they humbled 
themselves and cried out "what must I do to be saved?" we would 
have told them. But until they tremble at the thundering of God's 
Law, they aren't ready for it.

There were countless stories about this one day alone, with salvation 
stories as well. I had the privilege of praying with one man who 
wanted to be saved. Around 5 o'clock we all headed back to the hotel
for the graduation ceremony....

This was it. The boot camp was over, the army had been trained; 
now it was time to take the fire back home to win the lost to Christ.

- Jesse Morrell,
- http://www.openairoutreach.com