I am speechless and blessed....my best Christmas ever. Talk to you all soon...
Friday, December 28, 2007
Friday morning Christmas in the Park
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Amazing Grace...
Last week, when it rained for the Friday Morning Church in the Park gathering, I ran over to the Rite-Aid on the corner to buy some charcoals. The charcoals we brought were soggy from the rain.
I couldn't find any bags, it being terribly out of season for barbecuing, so I asked the clerk. She searched the aisles with me and we found two bags at $10.99!!!!!!!!!!! a bag. Ouch! We both marveled at the price. Neither one of us had any authority to change it.
She just happened to be at the register when I checked out. Through our conversation I mentioned we were barbecuing at the park. She asked if we were the ones who fed the homeless on Fridays. I was amazed that she even knew about it but here is why she did:
One of the men we minister to, I will call him R., a young man who suffers with alcoholism, has been a regular customer there at the Rite Aid...he has befriended this checker. She explained to me that she feels sorry for him and buys him a beer once in a while. She knows she shouldn't but she doesn't want him to do something illegal to get a beer. She said that R. will always say to her, Ma'am, I am going to take this beer, go sit under a tree at the park, take out my Scriptures and read.
The checker is most fond of R. and we both got teary-eyed when she shared this.
Well! Yesterday, I got to the Park early. R. and a friend of his were walking by on their way to the gazebo. They stopped and we talked. It turns out that R. got his stuff stolen: a backpack with his Bible, his anti-seizure medicine, and a radio. He was heartbroken about the Bible and the medicine. I didn't know he had seizures. Another pastor in town, who gets R. to church on Sundays, filled R.'s prescription for him. R. said all was well now, this Pastor got him a Bible and some more medicine.
Here is this young man, so bound up by alcohol, robbed of medicine, and this is what he shared after I said I met his friend at the Rite Aid...
R. said that that lady is very nice to him and he always goes there to buy things when he has money. He said that one day last week this lady got to talking with R. and she shared that she was in trouble financially. Her job just wasn't paying the bills. She said that she spoke with her boss about getting an advance on her paycheck.R. Prayed for her and encouraged her to Trust the Lord. He prayed for her right there on the spot.
As he spoke, his face lit up as he explained that the checker just found out that she has many hours of overtime coming to her. She shared that with R. R. said the checker thanked him and he said, It ain't me lady, its the Lord who did this! He praised God and so did I and so did his friend as we stood there listening to him.
On another note, M. came today and when I saw her I could tell she wasn't feeling good. When I asked her what was wrong she could barely hear me. She has a huge infection raging in her ears and glands. She sat on the cold cement benches barely eating all bundled up and not herself. She had been to the emergency room and they gave her a prescription for antibiotics but she didn't have any money to get it filled. One of the others went to the drugstore with the prescription and got it filled for her.
When I left I stopped by her to say goodbye and we hugged and I prayed for her healing. AS I walked away I was overcome with sadness that she was out there so sick.
I know that I can't fix everything...I know there are limitations and it takes the whole Christian community to pitch in and snatch others away from destruction...I know that...but I cried for M. How do they get themselves so dysfunctional that they cannot even care for themselves and maintain the basics. What makes it easier for them to be sick in the cold and rain than to have bare minimums like food and shelter.
And then there is this thought: Do any of us realize that to God we look just like the R's and M's? That we look poor, wretched, blind, miserable, and naked to God, destitute and helpless without Him? We see a difference between us and them but without God we are just as decrepit.
Here is the joy of it, though: As we go, if we dare, if we are obedient to the call to get out there and share the love of God, and offer the hope that is the Gospel, if we do that, we do well. Some will never leave their lifestyle. That is not a measure of salvation. R. prayed for a lady with a job and her need was met. R is spreading the Gospel! If R can pray for people and he does, what the heck should we be doing????? Discussing the wrongs of the church? Asking questions for the pure sake of hearing our own intellectual savvy? I think not...
We think we have a corner on what church should be...again, I say, what will you do to be the church as God purposed it to be? How long will we all sit and ponder the theories and what-ifs of the Word before we realize there are people entering eternity with no knowledge of God or what He did for them. I challenge you all to get out there and do, not a random act of kindness, but an 'on-purpose, with purpose, gospel action to and for someone you meet....do it in the Name of Jesus...let's get movin', just go out and see what the Lord would have you do today for a lost soul.
Then, let's get back here and celebrate together over what the Lord has done out there. Don't miss it! Don't miss out on what you have been called to do. It ain't about us anymore...
I couldn't find any bags, it being terribly out of season for barbecuing, so I asked the clerk. She searched the aisles with me and we found two bags at $10.99!!!!!!!!!!! a bag. Ouch! We both marveled at the price. Neither one of us had any authority to change it.
She just happened to be at the register when I checked out. Through our conversation I mentioned we were barbecuing at the park. She asked if we were the ones who fed the homeless on Fridays. I was amazed that she even knew about it but here is why she did:
One of the men we minister to, I will call him R., a young man who suffers with alcoholism, has been a regular customer there at the Rite Aid...he has befriended this checker. She explained to me that she feels sorry for him and buys him a beer once in a while. She knows she shouldn't but she doesn't want him to do something illegal to get a beer. She said that R. will always say to her, Ma'am, I am going to take this beer, go sit under a tree at the park, take out my Scriptures and read.
The checker is most fond of R. and we both got teary-eyed when she shared this.
Well! Yesterday, I got to the Park early. R. and a friend of his were walking by on their way to the gazebo. They stopped and we talked. It turns out that R. got his stuff stolen: a backpack with his Bible, his anti-seizure medicine, and a radio. He was heartbroken about the Bible and the medicine. I didn't know he had seizures. Another pastor in town, who gets R. to church on Sundays, filled R.'s prescription for him. R. said all was well now, this Pastor got him a Bible and some more medicine.
Here is this young man, so bound up by alcohol, robbed of medicine, and this is what he shared after I said I met his friend at the Rite Aid...
R. said that that lady is very nice to him and he always goes there to buy things when he has money. He said that one day last week this lady got to talking with R. and she shared that she was in trouble financially. Her job just wasn't paying the bills. She said that she spoke with her boss about getting an advance on her paycheck.R. Prayed for her and encouraged her to Trust the Lord. He prayed for her right there on the spot.
As he spoke, his face lit up as he explained that the checker just found out that she has many hours of overtime coming to her. She shared that with R. R. said the checker thanked him and he said, It ain't me lady, its the Lord who did this! He praised God and so did I and so did his friend as we stood there listening to him.
On another note, M. came today and when I saw her I could tell she wasn't feeling good. When I asked her what was wrong she could barely hear me. She has a huge infection raging in her ears and glands. She sat on the cold cement benches barely eating all bundled up and not herself. She had been to the emergency room and they gave her a prescription for antibiotics but she didn't have any money to get it filled. One of the others went to the drugstore with the prescription and got it filled for her.
When I left I stopped by her to say goodbye and we hugged and I prayed for her healing. AS I walked away I was overcome with sadness that she was out there so sick.
I know that I can't fix everything...I know there are limitations and it takes the whole Christian community to pitch in and snatch others away from destruction...I know that...but I cried for M. How do they get themselves so dysfunctional that they cannot even care for themselves and maintain the basics. What makes it easier for them to be sick in the cold and rain than to have bare minimums like food and shelter.
And then there is this thought: Do any of us realize that to God we look just like the R's and M's? That we look poor, wretched, blind, miserable, and naked to God, destitute and helpless without Him? We see a difference between us and them but without God we are just as decrepit.
Here is the joy of it, though: As we go, if we dare, if we are obedient to the call to get out there and share the love of God, and offer the hope that is the Gospel, if we do that, we do well. Some will never leave their lifestyle. That is not a measure of salvation. R. prayed for a lady with a job and her need was met. R is spreading the Gospel! If R can pray for people and he does, what the heck should we be doing????? Discussing the wrongs of the church? Asking questions for the pure sake of hearing our own intellectual savvy? I think not...
We think we have a corner on what church should be...again, I say, what will you do to be the church as God purposed it to be? How long will we all sit and ponder the theories and what-ifs of the Word before we realize there are people entering eternity with no knowledge of God or what He did for them. I challenge you all to get out there and do, not a random act of kindness, but an 'on-purpose, with purpose, gospel action to and for someone you meet....do it in the Name of Jesus...let's get movin', just go out and see what the Lord would have you do today for a lost soul.
Then, let's get back here and celebrate together over what the Lord has done out there. Don't miss it! Don't miss out on what you have been called to do. It ain't about us anymore...
Sunday, December 2, 2007
...Saturday afternoon in the Sun
As soon as I left the Friday morning church in the Park service I headed over to the church I attend to start wrapping the toys that Toys for Tots donated. It was still raining and it was a great way to spend the afternoon...with long time friends in a warm dry room.
My mind wandered to the others I had just left...where would they go in this downpour?
Time to turn my attention to what the Lord would have me do at this moment. Time to prepare for Saturday, souls to be saved, lives to be touched.
Saturday found sunshine, and crispy, windy weather. When we got to the apartment complex there was mass movement to get everything set up and ready.
Tables were set up by the pool, (which looks like it hadn't seen water in a long, long time). Sound system was out by the pool as well. First the food was served, then a time of ministry. Kids jammed up close to the music along with their parents. We danced and clapped and Rob and the others led the way for salvation. About 15 kids received Jesus. Later on, one of the Moms prayed with one of the workers and gave her life to Jesus. It's not about the presents or the food...I know they need that stuff and it is good that we can get it for them. But it all has to point to Jesus and what He has done for us all or its a waste of time.
Some choose to question everything they do not understand about God. Some choose to look at all the faults of the church and retreat back into the distance, not getting past the personal injury, refusing to heal.
I have found that healing comes when we least expect it, when we are not looking for it, when we cook up a pot of soup and bring it to a park and wait for someone who is cold and hungry. Healing comes when we give the barrister $5 for a cup of coffee and ask him to use the rest to pay for the person standing behind us in line, (something the pastor of the church i go to does on a regular basis).
The healing comes for us, and for the person we just touched. It will never come by remaining critical of those who have done us wrong or offended us. The enemy wins then...as we ponder whether God is fair or not, if there are contradictions in the Scriptures,...because as we ponder what has already been answered, and question what God gives no answers for...as we ponder, we sit... and forget we are soldiers, bond slaves, on a mission to gather into God's kingdom, those who have been beaten down, tied up, shackled and confused by the enemy. We have a purpose and we do not have to understand anything except that God has called us to move, He has called us to take it to the streets, to speak the Truth in Love and do something, do something that makes sense...
When I go back to the apartments, I think I will bring a good story to read to the kids, a big pot of macaroni and cheese with chopped up hot dogs in it and an invitation to come and follow Jesus.
Yes, and I will invite the moms to come and eat and listen. Maybe, just maybe, one of these days, they will help Jimmy's church feed the homeless. Maybe the homeless can come sometime and read a story to the kids. Maybe...think of the possibilities....Maybe, if only, we could be all that we wished 'the church' could be.
My mind wandered to the others I had just left...where would they go in this downpour?
Time to turn my attention to what the Lord would have me do at this moment. Time to prepare for Saturday, souls to be saved, lives to be touched.
Saturday found sunshine, and crispy, windy weather. When we got to the apartment complex there was mass movement to get everything set up and ready.
Tables were set up by the pool, (which looks like it hadn't seen water in a long, long time). Sound system was out by the pool as well. First the food was served, then a time of ministry. Kids jammed up close to the music along with their parents. We danced and clapped and Rob and the others led the way for salvation. About 15 kids received Jesus. Later on, one of the Moms prayed with one of the workers and gave her life to Jesus. It's not about the presents or the food...I know they need that stuff and it is good that we can get it for them. But it all has to point to Jesus and what He has done for us all or its a waste of time.
Some choose to question everything they do not understand about God. Some choose to look at all the faults of the church and retreat back into the distance, not getting past the personal injury, refusing to heal.
I have found that healing comes when we least expect it, when we are not looking for it, when we cook up a pot of soup and bring it to a park and wait for someone who is cold and hungry. Healing comes when we give the barrister $5 for a cup of coffee and ask him to use the rest to pay for the person standing behind us in line, (something the pastor of the church i go to does on a regular basis).
The healing comes for us, and for the person we just touched. It will never come by remaining critical of those who have done us wrong or offended us. The enemy wins then...as we ponder whether God is fair or not, if there are contradictions in the Scriptures,...because as we ponder what has already been answered, and question what God gives no answers for...as we ponder, we sit... and forget we are soldiers, bond slaves, on a mission to gather into God's kingdom, those who have been beaten down, tied up, shackled and confused by the enemy. We have a purpose and we do not have to understand anything except that God has called us to move, He has called us to take it to the streets, to speak the Truth in Love and do something, do something that makes sense...
When I go back to the apartments, I think I will bring a good story to read to the kids, a big pot of macaroni and cheese with chopped up hot dogs in it and an invitation to come and follow Jesus.
Yes, and I will invite the moms to come and eat and listen. Maybe, just maybe, one of these days, they will help Jimmy's church feed the homeless. Maybe the homeless can come sometime and read a story to the kids. Maybe...think of the possibilities....Maybe, if only, we could be all that we wished 'the church' could be.
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