Bro. Jed has preached the gospel of Jesus Christ on college campuses for over four decades. He has preached on hundreds of universities in a 50 states and abroad.
He may be the only preacher that is better known among sinners than saints. Five days a week, five hours a day, he can be found at an open-air rostrum confronting college students with the truths of God and calling them to faith in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Bro. Jed is very qualified to address the university community. He has been around academe most of his life. His late father was head of the English Department at Indiana State University. That is where Jed earned a B.S. in Social Studies, a M.S. in U.S. History and did postgraduate work in counseling and psychology. He taught for five years at the junior high, high school and college levels. It is no surprise that after his conversion, he would want to return to familiar stomping grounds and proclaim the great salvation of our Lord! In spite of insults, scorning and constant haranguing,he never grows weary of well-doing. In spite of being pied, egged, mobbed and even physically abused, his love for the students has never failed. Even now at age 72, each he joyfully enters the battlefield hoping to snatch more souls from the flames.
Bro. Jed and Sis. Cindy, his wife of 30 years travel the campus circuit together. They have five adult daughters who grew up on the gospel road and still minister with them on occasion.
I was raised, baptized and confirmed in Centenary UMC, a Gothic Cathedral, which was built at the gateway of my alma mater Indiana State University. Yet, I remained dead in my trespasses and sins all of those years. My mind had been destroyed by the vain philosophies of this world propagated by the universities. Gloriously, I was raised from the dead and my mind was renewed in 1972 A.D., when the gospel was declared unto me on a street corner; “when it pleased God . . . to reveal his Son in me, that I might preach him among the heathen; immediately I conferred not with flesh and blood”(Gal 1:16). But I walked across the street onto the ISU campus. I cried aloud, I spared not, I lifted up my voice like a trumpet and I showed students and professors their sins and transgressions as the Holy Spirit had shown me my sins (Isa 58:1). God called me independently of a particular ecclesiastical organization. Who then has confirmed my calling to the heathen on university campuses? You, my beloved and faithful supporters have authorized me. Your financial support not only enables me to travel and support a family; but whenever I receive an offering in the mail, it is my encouragement to continue my mission.
There are several churches from which I receive support, thus affirming my call. These churches give me a pulpit; so that I might equip and embolden the saints to witness to the Righteousness of God. There are close friends with whom I have had blessed fellowship over the years and with whom I have contact in my travels and provide hospitality on the road. Some of these people date back over three decades to the beginning of my mission. There are also a few students and professors who have become supporters.
Then there are those who give regularly and generously that I do not have personal contact; but are familiar with my ministry either directly or indirectly. I am overwhelmed at times to receive large and small gifts from people whom I do not know how they became involved in this ministry. I so appreciate your trust in my faithfulness.
Each one of the above categories of partners is precious to me and an affirmation that God is working through them to me, my family and the students. However, one last class of givers is very special to me and is a particular encouragement. These are ones that know me from my youth, who knew me through my rebellious years, who knew my parents. This group is passing from the scene unto their eternal reward. One was one of my high school teachers, another is a high school classmate, another is one of my professors from my college days, and another was a beloved life time family friend.
Some of your gifts are large and some of them are small; but each one is received with joy. Sometimes, your gifts have a note of appreciation or prayer requests, which are read and sometimes reread.
I consider your gifts and notes to be words beforehand of the words I hope to hear one day, “Well, done thy good and faithful servant, enter into the joy of the Lord.”