He comes like tobacco in prison or like news from a separate cell. I ended up giving that poem and talking to them about the fact there wasn't anywhere that you wouldn't find God. They could run their strip clubs and do what they liked, but God's determined love was too big to be deflected by anything they could do. If ever there were words coming out of a drunk's mouth that speak of the Methodist doctrine of prevenient grace, those did. I also read a passage from 1 Corinthians 13.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. I could see the women near the stage wiping the tears from their eyes.