Just finished reading-recording this sermon by the founder of Connecticut, the Puritan Thomas Hooker, entitled, “The Danger of Desertion.” This was Hooker’s farewell sermon to his congregation in England before venturing across the Atlantic. It is one of the most impactful, profound, and weighty sermons I have read in some time. Please, please do yourself a favor and read it. If you are a sincere Christian not in a state of gross backsliding, it will hit you square in the eyes. And if you are, it just may jolt your out of your complacency!
Cling to God. Hard. Until your knuckles are white. And your nailbeds bleed. Do not let Him go! That’s the message. And more, it was a message to England, and so to any Christian nation that has had the privilege of the presence of God.
And here’s the same in PDF:
So a young lady, “Leah,” has come within our church’s orbit from our S. Providence outreach. Her story is shared 
The following is a list, though not exhaustive, of Reformed & Presbyterian bodies who either have observed a day of fasting & prayer during the COVID-19 crisis or who have appointed and/or commended one. If we cannot coordinate our days, perhaps we may be encouraged that we are not alone when we take our part “on the wall.”
Yesterday I finished the last round through my parishes for the season. As the air gets chillier, my hands and ears get colder, so doorstep conversations turn less pleasant for all involved. For the winter, I turn to revisit folks who will likely have me in, reach out to other contacts outside the district, and resume and start up one-on-one Bible studies.
Last year we held our first evangelistic outreach meeting within walking distance of my S. Providence parish, right on Broad Street in Providence. Last Saturday evening we had our second. As before, we recruited Pr. Luis Morales to translate for me. We sang Psalm 1 in Spanish and English, and we read and preached from Matthew 21:1-11 on the Triumphal Entry.
“I will come by you into Spain.” (Rom. 15:28)
A brother and I were making our way through a street in our district some years back. We came up to a black fellow in his 30’s as he was standing outside his apartment complex. We struck up a conversation and spoke to him about God, the soul, and the judgment to come. Out of nowhere – or so it seemed to us – this fellow broke down and wept. He confessed a deep sense of his sin, especially his sinful and violent anger. It was very touching and a more hopeful sign that God was not done with this sinner and was striving with him by His Spirit then and there.
West Port Experiment 