**Mature Content**
The $10 parking lots that are normally empty on Sundays were charging $40 and were completely full. With the exception of 'Gay Pride' weekend it was the busiest I have ever seen the city.
We asked around and come to find out that all the hoopla was over Folsom Street's annual "Leather Festival." Yes, I know.
Essentially it's a giant gathering for sado masochist aficionados. The largest of its kind in the world. Demonic with a capitial 'D' and without question, the last place on earth I wanted to preach.
We got away from that scene as fast as we could and headed down to the trolley stop where we had a rather strange encounter. An elderly African-American gentleman approached us and said, "You know, you boys should really be down preaching at that there leather festival. Those are the folks that really need it. That would be a great challenge for you. You ain't scared, are you?"
Nate and I just looked at each other quizzically and after prayer I started preaching. I could tell it was going to be a powerful day. Prior to heading into the city my soul had been in turmoil for hours. This is the kind of warfare that usually foreshadows a lot of 'spiritual movement.'
Sure enough, the Lord saw fit to attend the proclamation with clarity and unction. Unfortunately, there was not the crowd that we usually see down there; so Nate did the unthinkable: He suggested that maybe we should head down to the 'Leather Festival.'
So we did....
[Part 2 Soon]
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