that time, other odd events happened. A friend who had listened to me speak for years suddenly called out my name as I was leaving the Square. He ran up to me, shook my hand and said soberly, “Good-bye.” He knew nothing of our situation, and had never done such a thing before. It was strange. During the years of preaching open-air in the Square, I had been blessed and plagued by hecklers. Blessed because a good heckler drew a crowd of two hundred in a matter of minutes. Plagued