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Topic: Conviction



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ruined_1820

Member Since:
2006-05-24

Here is something that I am wrestling with.

Two weeks ago I was coming out of my gym on the eastside of town, the area is where the addicts, poor, and homeless of this city gather. As I stepped outside the door as it had started raining again so I pulled over my hood and zipped up my sweater. Warm and dry. Then I looked next door at the store front of the Metaphysics Room where 4 men had gathered beneath the awning to stay dry. One of the men I recognized as the man I usually see either sleeping on the ground, packing tabbaco papers, or reading a few precious books across the street next to the railroad tracks. I guess that it has been bred into me to look away because we aren't supposed to stare, or converse with strangers. I got into my truck and turned on the heat before I pulled away from the curb. My heart ached as I thought not about those men but about my own heart condition.

A few blocks away I made a quick and semi reckless turn into a convenient store parking lot. The rain picked up a little bit. I went inside and asked for 5 cups of coffee. He had to make more and commented on how that is the most he has ever seen someone come in to purchase at once. He gathered the cups and placed them into a small cardboard box for me. I paid for the coffee and went back to the gym.

As I stepped out of the truck one man sort of had a bothered look on his face. Another began to come forward to me but stopped, I think maybe wondering if I had gotten the coffee for them or for my buddies in the gym. I smiled and offered each a cup. One man said he didn't need it but said the guy across the street did. I called to him and he hurried over as I met him half way with the hot cup in my hand. I wished them a good day and again pulled away from the curb.

Posted: 2006-05-24 13:30:00
shellyb282

Member Since:
2006-06-01

So what exactly are you wrestling with?

Posted: 2006-06-01 12:40:00
ruined_1820

Member Since:
2006-05-24

I guess I was a little vague.

The condition of my heart to those in need, what is my role, and why is there poverty.

Posted: 2006-06-22 15:13:00
Portland_Girl

Member Since:
2006-10-15

Wooooohoooooooo - I love reading this stuff! :)

Let's be transparent together... these stories are so encouraging.



Posted: 2006-10-15 21:58:00
Nimrod

Member Since:
2006-10-16

Hey,

You know what true compassion is. It's action. Just as simple as getting coffee. We need more good "samaritans" like yourself.


Posted: 2006-10-16 13:59:00
Portland_Girl

Member Since:
2006-10-15

Anyone interested? Riverfront... Friday nights we all go to wash the feet of the homeless and feed them and just love them as much as anyone... wanna have the BEST time? Call: 513. 375.8370, ask for Tonya! We will love the best of ALL!

Posted: 2006-10-17 00:04:00
Rodnango

Member Since:
2006-11-27

Hey, 1820! Awesome post, thanks for sharing. God bless you for your action that rainy night. Maybe God has placed this on your heart. I am glad you wrestle. GO to God in prayer, asking Him what you should do next!



Posted: 2006-11-27 20:40:00
David&Kelly

Member Since:
2007-01-01

Wow! where to start? I actually purchased the book for my wife as a Christmas present. Upon taking our train from Union Station in Washington DC to Chicago to see her mother and losing my book (30 lessons from King David) I picked up your book and started reading on our 17 hour journey.

I thought back to your encounters in Washington DC and places that I've been fortunate enough to cross, not as a homeless person, but rather one of good fortune - Union Station, Georgetown, walks to churches, etc. Questions come to mind - did I perhaps see you and Mike? Did I walk as the Lord would have wanted me to walk? Or did I do as so many have done in the past - picked up the pace and walked past?

This reminds me of a recent encounter with a homeless man my wife and I had met while visiting in Chicago - a man who lost his job, his wife and his family. He was riding the train to stay warm in the cold night of Chicago. After spending the better part of 45 minutes speaking with him - my question for him kept coming up - how can I help? Not just one but all - how can I/we really help? His response - stop and talk - to each and every one, take the time to see how people on the streets are really doing. Give the homeless a place to sleep, a warm meal, a shower and security - if only for the night.

Returning from Chicago to DC - I finished the book. I am more encouraged and hungry than ever to make a difference. We as a community as a whole need to stop turning a blind eye to our needy. I am looking more closely than ever at my future - my job - and what the Lord has planned for me. I know there is a greater plan - something bigger. Your book and your experience is definitely helping me see - eyes wide open.

David

Posted: 2007-01-01 21:20:00
 




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