“How long are you going to be in Iowa City?” I asked. I had taken the time to look at his website and had read that his focus for preaching was college campuses.
“Umm,” he looked up at the sky, the reflection of his glasses shielding his eyes from me. “I think until Friday night.”
“All right. Thank you very much,” and I was on my way. I had already begun formulating what I wanted to say to him.
Two days later—after a one-day hiatus because of the rain—Jesse Morrell was back at it, preaching against homosexuals and feminists.
"Why feminists, sir?"
"Because they are disobedient, rebellious women!"
This photo was taken by a friend of friend who also attends the University. She allowed me to post it here.
It was Friday, and I knew that it was going to be his last day on campus. As such, I had decided to speak to him directly, and for two reasons: one, Morrell would find it encouraging and accomplishable, and two, it would put my mind into a state of dispassion.
Luckily, as I strolled through the walkway, there was not a plethora of fellow students. Morrell stood with his back to the walkway, conversing with the man in the red sweatshirt who still donned sunglasses, despite the patchy rain. Anxiously, I crept around them, turning to face Morrell, who smiled invitingly at me.
“Hi,” I said a bit nervously. “I guess I...” I laughed a bit nervously. “I guess I just had something I wanted to say.”
“All right then,” he said, avidly paying attention.
“I just...I just wanted you to know that, even though I disagree with a lot of what you are teaching, I really appreciate you coming out here and actually evangelizing.” The smiles on both of their faces grew wide as I continued. “I mean, that is what the New Testament teaches, so I give you guys a lot of credit for doing that, so thank you for getting the word out to people in some way.”
“Why thank you,” Morrell said, bowing his head to me.
“And...yeah. And I hope you guys have a nice day and a wonderful eternity.”
“Well, thank you very much,” he said eagerly. The man in the red sweatshirt gave me a curt nod, but also smiled. “And you as well.”