Saturday, May 17, 2003
Dennis Reagan

1:00 a.m. - The streets are still filled with people & noise. Someone is playing the drums on some metal containers; and a guy behind me on a bike, that stopped to talk, is playing the harmonica. People making strange noises. I think they're high. Then we talked about music, and we ended up singing "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot." We got a few smiles. He really had quite a voice.

1:45 a.m. - The police are gathering to keep the peace I suppose. I see people are getting hungry, buying from the food vendors, acting quite silly, celebrating life the only way they know.

An ambulance & firetruck pull around to my right. A few Harleys start up and take off on my left, getting noisy.

2:00 a.m. - There's more people coming out on the street. Their speech is slurred, lots of cursing, some bitter, some laughing. Some, with glazed eyes, just want to be friendly and shake my hand. Satan laughs and spreads his wings and says, "Aha, where's your God now?" And I say, "With Christ in me. You've been defeated at the Cross, put to an open shame, and disarmed by the blood of an everlasting covenant that can't be changed. So get behind me. I'm standing on holy ground and my God loves them all." I think this summer is going to be a good one. Yes, it is.

2:30 a.m. - Everyone's out of the bars and on the street, looking for a place to pee. There is a big crowd on Church and Main. The police confidently stand close by. So, we watch and pray. No one knows the hour or the day, or who will be saved from His anger. So we water, and watch our God work.

2:55 a.m. - It's starting to get quiet. They're filtering out in cabs & cars. Goodnight.

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