Thanks Joe...

I must confess, I thought that my first printed copy would be given to a young black girl (for obvious reasons). Ironically, the spirit of the Lord led me to give my first copy to a racist white guy named Joe (and yet another racist white guy some years later).

Joe was a produce salesman, and we happened to meet while sitting at the same table at a local Japanese restaurant located in West County (a suburban area of St. Louis, Missouri). Several weeks later, we inadvertently meet again at this same restaurant, at the same time. He kissed me, and unashamedly gave his testimony aloud in the restaurant. His words are posted below.

It was at that moment I realized God had given me something far greater than ever imagined. The testimonials have been consistently positive regardless of gender, race, age, or background. The comments listed are only a small sample of those received. I truly thank God for using my life as a bridge of deliverance for others. The most challenging aspect of my "bridge" experience has been the ongoing construction, reinforcements (God's Word), and laying down my will for His will.

Love & peace,

Dionna

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