Dear Pastor Grace

I have been one of your invisible followers for many years, sir, never once before having written to you other than to send a periodic donation to your wonderful organization, however, I have come to be aware of a situation that I feel requires your prayers and guidance.

You see, sir, I’ve been living in the same apartment building for more than forty years. It’s my home, and I know every one of my neighbors. At least, I used to. Recently a new family moved in. At first, I was concerned because they had dark skin, but I understand that there are many God-fearing, dark-skinned people in the world. But these aren’t God-fearing people. I hear them in there, chanting and talking in a foreign language. And I don’t know what they’re cooking in there, but it smells like Hell.

So, now, I can’t believe I have heathens and terrorists living right in my building. I tried to have them kicked out, but the so-called Christian woman who is my landlady, won’t do anything. She says that, by law, they have every right to be there. Well, it’s obvious whose law she puts over God’s law.

I see good children talking to and playing with the offspring of this family, and it burns me up inside, knowing that their minds are being twisted. I know we can’t save all the children, and I understand that the world is on the verge of being swallowed up by the unfaithful. But, if we could just save my building, I’d be forever grateful. Please, sir, pray for us, that our building be cleansed of the darkness.

I’m so grateful you’re doing the work you’re doing, sir, in God’s Name. You’re a beacon. There are many of us out here in the trenches who are mighty proud to serve you and to have you as the General in our army for God.

Thank you, Pastor Grace, and God Bless

Orry Maccon
Niceville, Florida

Dear Pastor Grace

I don't write many letters, as the Parkinson's is getting the best of me these days. But I wanted to write you. My niece, Lucille, lets her two children watch shows like Pokiman and Digiman. And I don't think she takes her little ones to church more than a time or two a year.

What can I do for these poor children? I am so worried that they will sucome to evil and badness with only her to influence them. There is no father in the picture of course.

I pray every day to God on my knees, at least when the arthritis lets me. I called the police where she lives, but they say there isn't anything they can do. When they get older, would you take them at Camp Francis. I know they'll need it if they don't get help afore then.

If you could call my niece and explain God's will to her, I'd be most grateful. Her name and number are:

Thank you for your attention and go with God.

Yours in Love

Elma Couche
Sanford, North Carolina