When my wife and I started our ministry in Chicago, our church was located in one of the highest crime districts in Chicago. When our car was stolen, our family rode the “L” train to church through hot summers and freezing winters. My wife would regularly ride the bus to teach Bible study, holding our small son David with one hand and her guitar in the other. Never once did we fear going to that location. We would confess the Lord was our protector, shield and strength, and continue in faith.