"The Pharisee who had invited Jesus saw this and said to himself, 'If this man (Jesus) really were a prophet, he would know what kind of woman is touching him! He would know she is a sinner.' (This is the woman who poured expensive perfume on Jesus' feet) Jesus said to the Pharisee, 'Simon, I have something to say to you.' Jesus then tells Simon the parable of the two debtors, one who owed little and one who owed an enormous amount. When both debts were forgiven, Jesus posed the question, 'Which one will like him more?' " Simon answered correctly and said the one who owed the greater amount, therein falling into the 'trap' of the parable. "Then turning toward the woman and he said to Simon, 'Have you noticed this woman?'" Here Jesus teaches Simon to "see" this "sinful woman" and all she had done for Jesus since his arrival as opposed to all the 'deficiencies' that Simon, the host, had neglected to show him since he arrived at Simon's house. There were no vigorous denunciations of Simon, just a gentle opening of 'Simon I have something to say to you' followed by a quiet request, "Have you noticed this woman?" Identifying and understanding not only the outcasts, but everyone around us is something we often 'neglect' as we go through our day. --Taken from Luke's gospel, chapter 6:36-50
I had traveled a great distance Saturday and returned back a lot earlier than I was expecting. I decided to drive through the downtown area and see what I could do to help out some people in need before going home. It was about 1:00 pm when I arrived. I bought some burgers and started driving around looking for folks. When I drove down Trinity St I met a homeless man on the sidewalk named Dalton. Although, he looked nothing like another Dalton I knew it reminded me of this "other" Dalton whom I haven't seen in at least a couple of years. I drove over to Olive St and was about to go west on Pico when I saw another man sitting on the sidewalk. Wouldn't you know it was the "other" Dalton!!!
Although I was able to help several folks, the main encounter happened on Venice Ave one block east of Los Angeles St. I had driven down a very small alley and gave some crackers to a dog I've become friends with and who I've named Rocky. He serves as a guard dog at an auto repair shop. When you come out the other end of this alley you end up on a very small street that runs into Venice Ave again. Two men were sitting in the shade up against a building on the corner. One of the men's name was Philipe and I've known and helped him many times before (probably not in 4 or 5 months though). Anyway, I gave them some burgers and Philipe asked if I had any blankets. I didn't have any with me although I had a few left from last winter still at home. I got out of the car and opened up the back to look through the clothes. I was pretty sure I had some sweaters at least. He must have asked me three different times if I had any blankets almost pleading with me. He said "It gets very cold at night now." I told him I would bring some with me on my next trip. He then wanted to know when that would be. I told him I would be back in eight days on the next Sunday. For the rest of the trip and the rest of the day I couldn't get his 'need' out of my mind. I got home and napped for a little while. Since it was my birthday, we had planned to go to a restaurant for dinner that night. Oh, by the way, Philipe said his birthday was coming up on November 22 (he will be 67), the same day I promised to come back there. Anyway, I threw two blankets into the back seat of the car and then an extra one 'just in case'. I had already talked my wife into going with me downtown to find these guys so when we finished dinner around 8 pm we took off down there arriving about 8:30 pm. Of course, it's dark and night-time by now, especially since daylight savings time is over. When I got to the corner where Philipe had been earlier I got out and took one of the blankets over to them. The first guy I came to didn't look like Philipe, but since he didn't have a cap on I thought maybe in the dark I just wasn't recognizing him. I gave him the blanket still wrapped up in plastic and went back to the car to get another one for the other guy. The other guy was definitely the guy with Philipe earlier in the day. I took this blanket out of the plastic wrapper and spread it out over him, they were all laying down on the sidewalk for the night. They already had one blanket each over them and had on all their clothes from the day still. I now noticed another guy on the other side of a shopping cart full of someone's "stuff". I went back to the car and got the last blanket and opened it up and spread it out over that guy. Well, that guy was Philipe. Well, they were all awake now and each one was saying "God bless you" multiple times. Most importantly, they were much warmer now and there were smiles on their faces! Wow! What a privilege to serve them for our Lord. Can you just imagine yourself laying down in your back yard on the concrete in your clothes from the day with one blanket over you? You'd be miserable. And that would be repeated the next night and the next night and the next, with no end in sight. It's pretty understandable that substance abuse is a common refuge for these folks. Especially to get through cold nights. It just so happened that last night (Sunday night) I got home from visiting someone shortly after midnight. Even though I had on a very heavy over-shirt, I was still cold and I was only outside long enough to go from the car to the house. The homeless folks in other parts of this country and this world who have to deal with really frigid temperatures have it so much worse.
Perhaps now, you see why I started this blog with the introduction I used. Jesus invites us again, "Do you really see this person?" --Until next time. John
Monday, November 16, 2015
Monday, November 2, 2015
Downtown 11/1/2015
"And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force. For all the prophets and the law prophesied until John. And if you are willing to receive it, he [John] is Elijah who is to come. He who has ears to hear, let him hear." --Matthew 11:12-15
Well, let's catch-up the last couple of weeks. Two weekends ago I worked Sunday, but made a trip on Monday night, I just didn't have time to write about it. Last weekend I worked a double shift into Sunday and didn't make a trip at all. I ended up napping my whole weekend to catch up on sleep. However, there were a couple of things of note on the trip Monday night (19th). I had made up a big pot of pasta and took it with me while it was still hot. Remarkably, there weren't many people in the alley off 25th and San Pedro, maybe only a half dozen folks. There was one man there who was pretty happy to get a bowl of pasta. I asked him how long it had been since he had a bowl like this. His reply stunned me. He said about 10 years or so! I was glad I had made it with 3 or 4 pounds of meatballs in it and plenty of spices to make it taste special. When you think about the food options that homeless folks have you quickly realize that the cheapest and easiest to make food is what they will most likely receive. Even if they have a few dollars, they are going to buy the cheapest food available. That means a burger or tacos and maybe a soda if they have enough extra money. The things we take for granted are just not in their world. Since I had a lot left over when I left the alley, I went over to a few of the streets where I knew folks would be. I had to find people quickly because the pasta was losing the heat quickly at this point. I found Leticia and Antonio on Trinity St and a couple others nearby. I still had some left and went over to where John Stokes lives. Everyone living there was in bed for the night (it was probably about 8 or 8:30 by this time) except for one woman who was walking around there. I think she thought I was looking for a date, but I asked her about John Stokes. She said he hadn't been around for a while and thought he was in jail. I went around the corner to where Dave from Minnesota lives. Dave and John use to hang out all the time together. I gave him the last of the pasta. When I asked him about John Stokes he told me that he had 'gone back home'. I said, "To Atlanta?" He said yes. I know John's birthday was either at the end of May or the beginning of June. This year he would be 67 so, apparently, extra social security benefits were available and were enough to get him a ticket back to Atlanta where he has family. At least I hope he still has family there. It's probably been 30 or 40 years since he's been there and I'm sure things have changed a lot. I'm praying for a happy ending on this one. John is the second friend of mine who was able to use their social security benefits upon retirement age to go back home. A couple of years ago Richard Brown was able to get back to Missouri when he turned 65. I didn't get to see him before he left to get or leave a contact number and never heard from him again.
So now we're up to yesterday's trip. I got down there early, about 2:30 pm and drove around quite a bit. I even drove over to the Lincoln Park area. I haven't been there in a long time. Cesar was standing on the corner of Mission and Main there asking for hand-outs. I haven't seen him in probably two years. He doesn't speak English so even if I was able to stand around and talk to him it would be difficult to communicate, but I passed some food to him through the window. There were a few other homeless folks I was able to help before I ended up in an alley and parking lot off 9th and San Pedro. The first guy in the alley said he was just wondering what and how he was going to do get some food for the day. He was relieved when I showed up. There were others there that I've seen before, but I ended up stopping by three guys who turned out to be Native Americans. One was from the Hope Indians, another was from the tribe of Yellow Hawk (I'm not sure what tribe of Indians he was from) and the other guy, Calvin, who looked more Native American than any of the others didn't say what tribe he was from. He did, however, tell me he just got out of prison and has been in and out of prison for the last thirty years. I talked at length with these three as other folks walked by. The interesting thing is that I gave the last three sandwiches to these guys, but two of them ended up giving theirs to others who came by that needed the food more. Yes, most everyone in this parking lot had been drinking. Some more than others. The three NA were probably a little more hostile about life in general, yet they were the ones who gave the food to others. They also recognized that I was different and had come to help people. Yellow Hawk asked me to pray for them, then when I finished he prayed in his native language. He had told me that they had become pretty jaded by the violence they have seen on the street and although the police may have been around, they did nothing about it. It almost seemed like he was suffering from PTS. Anyway, I really did enjoy my time talking with them. Others may have felt threatened by their talk, but I didn't and, in fact, it was probably therapeutic for them to be able to vent their frustrations to an 'old white guy'. I also look at it as something to build a relationship on. The next time I see them they will remember me as the 'church guy' they can talk straight up with. That's becomes huge in gaining the trust to talk about the Kingdom of Heaven. You know Yellow Hawk actually asked my why I come down there. So I was able to tell them something about my past and how I used to drive trucks right down there where we were and about Jesus' call on my life to go to people just like them right where they are. Soon enough, they will have questions about all the 'religious stuff'' that bugs them and they'll ask me about it out of their frustration. That's when I get to be real with them. That's when the pay-off for encounters like yesterday happen. I listen to them enough and sometime down the road, they'll listen to me.
Before leaving the area I did go by the burned out church at 27th and Petaloma. I prayer-walked the street. No changes yet. We're building up momentum. --Until next time. John
Well, let's catch-up the last couple of weeks. Two weekends ago I worked Sunday, but made a trip on Monday night, I just didn't have time to write about it. Last weekend I worked a double shift into Sunday and didn't make a trip at all. I ended up napping my whole weekend to catch up on sleep. However, there were a couple of things of note on the trip Monday night (19th). I had made up a big pot of pasta and took it with me while it was still hot. Remarkably, there weren't many people in the alley off 25th and San Pedro, maybe only a half dozen folks. There was one man there who was pretty happy to get a bowl of pasta. I asked him how long it had been since he had a bowl like this. His reply stunned me. He said about 10 years or so! I was glad I had made it with 3 or 4 pounds of meatballs in it and plenty of spices to make it taste special. When you think about the food options that homeless folks have you quickly realize that the cheapest and easiest to make food is what they will most likely receive. Even if they have a few dollars, they are going to buy the cheapest food available. That means a burger or tacos and maybe a soda if they have enough extra money. The things we take for granted are just not in their world. Since I had a lot left over when I left the alley, I went over to a few of the streets where I knew folks would be. I had to find people quickly because the pasta was losing the heat quickly at this point. I found Leticia and Antonio on Trinity St and a couple others nearby. I still had some left and went over to where John Stokes lives. Everyone living there was in bed for the night (it was probably about 8 or 8:30 by this time) except for one woman who was walking around there. I think she thought I was looking for a date, but I asked her about John Stokes. She said he hadn't been around for a while and thought he was in jail. I went around the corner to where Dave from Minnesota lives. Dave and John use to hang out all the time together. I gave him the last of the pasta. When I asked him about John Stokes he told me that he had 'gone back home'. I said, "To Atlanta?" He said yes. I know John's birthday was either at the end of May or the beginning of June. This year he would be 67 so, apparently, extra social security benefits were available and were enough to get him a ticket back to Atlanta where he has family. At least I hope he still has family there. It's probably been 30 or 40 years since he's been there and I'm sure things have changed a lot. I'm praying for a happy ending on this one. John is the second friend of mine who was able to use their social security benefits upon retirement age to go back home. A couple of years ago Richard Brown was able to get back to Missouri when he turned 65. I didn't get to see him before he left to get or leave a contact number and never heard from him again.
So now we're up to yesterday's trip. I got down there early, about 2:30 pm and drove around quite a bit. I even drove over to the Lincoln Park area. I haven't been there in a long time. Cesar was standing on the corner of Mission and Main there asking for hand-outs. I haven't seen him in probably two years. He doesn't speak English so even if I was able to stand around and talk to him it would be difficult to communicate, but I passed some food to him through the window. There were a few other homeless folks I was able to help before I ended up in an alley and parking lot off 9th and San Pedro. The first guy in the alley said he was just wondering what and how he was going to do get some food for the day. He was relieved when I showed up. There were others there that I've seen before, but I ended up stopping by three guys who turned out to be Native Americans. One was from the Hope Indians, another was from the tribe of Yellow Hawk (I'm not sure what tribe of Indians he was from) and the other guy, Calvin, who looked more Native American than any of the others didn't say what tribe he was from. He did, however, tell me he just got out of prison and has been in and out of prison for the last thirty years. I talked at length with these three as other folks walked by. The interesting thing is that I gave the last three sandwiches to these guys, but two of them ended up giving theirs to others who came by that needed the food more. Yes, most everyone in this parking lot had been drinking. Some more than others. The three NA were probably a little more hostile about life in general, yet they were the ones who gave the food to others. They also recognized that I was different and had come to help people. Yellow Hawk asked me to pray for them, then when I finished he prayed in his native language. He had told me that they had become pretty jaded by the violence they have seen on the street and although the police may have been around, they did nothing about it. It almost seemed like he was suffering from PTS. Anyway, I really did enjoy my time talking with them. Others may have felt threatened by their talk, but I didn't and, in fact, it was probably therapeutic for them to be able to vent their frustrations to an 'old white guy'. I also look at it as something to build a relationship on. The next time I see them they will remember me as the 'church guy' they can talk straight up with. That's becomes huge in gaining the trust to talk about the Kingdom of Heaven. You know Yellow Hawk actually asked my why I come down there. So I was able to tell them something about my past and how I used to drive trucks right down there where we were and about Jesus' call on my life to go to people just like them right where they are. Soon enough, they will have questions about all the 'religious stuff'' that bugs them and they'll ask me about it out of their frustration. That's when I get to be real with them. That's when the pay-off for encounters like yesterday happen. I listen to them enough and sometime down the road, they'll listen to me.
Before leaving the area I did go by the burned out church at 27th and Petaloma. I prayer-walked the street. No changes yet. We're building up momentum. --Until next time. John
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Downtown Sunday 10-11-2015
That was the moment for me when my faith that God would actually do what I asked Him to do outweighed my doubt that He wouldn't". --Darren Wilson describing the circumstances surrounding the decision to film inside the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem as the ending to his "Father of Lights" movie in 2011.
I'm learning that major breakthroughs happen after lengthy periods of nothing happening and/or big obstacles being overcome. I have been praying and investing time in two seemingly impossible situations. One is the burned-out church at 27th and Paloma and the other is bringing the Kingdom to a group of people living in an alley near 25th and San Pedro. As with many things in this life, lengthy periods of time go by before a discernible change is observed. And....I really don't have a problem with that. Somehow, I feel these two situations are related, though I'm not sure how.
Sunday on my drive into downtown I was praying about this group of people living in the alley. By now you've read about the many trips lately I've made to see them. Their numbers are growing. Last Sunday night there were probably fifteen people actually living there. There are a couple of people living there that are confined to wheelchairs. One person, in particular, it seems that no matter what I do for this person, it's always met with a "What else you got?" kind of mentality. Not exactly the type of response one expects from a homeless person. Never a thank you or even a smile. More an attitude of expectation and entitlement than anything. I specifically prayed for this person on my way down there Sunday. Well this last Sunday I bought some burgers for them along with bottled water. It was the first time I brought food in a couple of months. I didn't have a lot of food, basically just one burger for everyone, but it was received well. Wouldn't you know, I got a "Thank-you John" from the one in the wheelchair and even a smile. One of the other guys there asked me to pray for everyone. Now at this point I was at one end of this alley community and we all gathered around to pray, about 10 of us at that point. So here we are arms around each others shoulders others holding hands and I prayed for peace and safety to come down here. Pretty much a typical prayer I would pray for these folks. Everything was fine, people were smiling and happy. The guy that had told everyone to gather around, he and I went back to talking to each other. Then about five minutes later, the person in the wheelchair that had been so uncharacteristically pleasant to me, started getting into it with a few of the others to the point where blows were exchanged! This initial fight was broken up, but a few minutes later another person got into it with the wheel chair person. I kept praying for peace during this time and momentarily things would quiet down and then flair up again. Carmen told me it happens every night. I'm not sure what to make of it. I know if the Kingdom is making en roads into a community, the Enemy will come to fight over the territory. Perhaps, that is an acknowledgement that something there is worth fighting for (spiritually speaking ). I walked away during one of the lulls in the fighting and walked back towards my car. Becky had come back and she and I talked for a while before I left. It was a strange and yet troubling trip. I had experienced quite a high when the person in the wheelchair was so thankful towards me and when we had all gathered around to pray together. Remember I didn't even ask them to gather for prayer, they asked me! But then the reality of too many people living so close to one another and the difficulties of living in so much need sparked anger and bitterness flared up. Side by side, the tares and the wheat grow up together. I'll keep praying and fighting (spiritually) for their souls. I'm committed to interceding for them.
When I left them, it was well into the night. The burned-out church had not changed any since the last week. I prayer-walked the neighborhood before leaving. I am reminded of Paul's admonition to the Ephesian church where in Chapter 6:12 he writes, "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." There are several descriptions in the New Testament of Paul entering a city and initially everything was going well and then all of the sudden it was as if a switch was turned and people became hostile to his message. I didn't experience hostility towards me, but hostilities definitely broke out. It was disturbing, but I recognize it for what it is and will keep working the area. I will not be deterred. --Until next time. John
I'm learning that major breakthroughs happen after lengthy periods of nothing happening and/or big obstacles being overcome. I have been praying and investing time in two seemingly impossible situations. One is the burned-out church at 27th and Paloma and the other is bringing the Kingdom to a group of people living in an alley near 25th and San Pedro. As with many things in this life, lengthy periods of time go by before a discernible change is observed. And....I really don't have a problem with that. Somehow, I feel these two situations are related, though I'm not sure how.
Sunday on my drive into downtown I was praying about this group of people living in the alley. By now you've read about the many trips lately I've made to see them. Their numbers are growing. Last Sunday night there were probably fifteen people actually living there. There are a couple of people living there that are confined to wheelchairs. One person, in particular, it seems that no matter what I do for this person, it's always met with a "What else you got?" kind of mentality. Not exactly the type of response one expects from a homeless person. Never a thank you or even a smile. More an attitude of expectation and entitlement than anything. I specifically prayed for this person on my way down there Sunday. Well this last Sunday I bought some burgers for them along with bottled water. It was the first time I brought food in a couple of months. I didn't have a lot of food, basically just one burger for everyone, but it was received well. Wouldn't you know, I got a "Thank-you John" from the one in the wheelchair and even a smile. One of the other guys there asked me to pray for everyone. Now at this point I was at one end of this alley community and we all gathered around to pray, about 10 of us at that point. So here we are arms around each others shoulders others holding hands and I prayed for peace and safety to come down here. Pretty much a typical prayer I would pray for these folks. Everything was fine, people were smiling and happy. The guy that had told everyone to gather around, he and I went back to talking to each other. Then about five minutes later, the person in the wheelchair that had been so uncharacteristically pleasant to me, started getting into it with a few of the others to the point where blows were exchanged! This initial fight was broken up, but a few minutes later another person got into it with the wheel chair person. I kept praying for peace during this time and momentarily things would quiet down and then flair up again. Carmen told me it happens every night. I'm not sure what to make of it. I know if the Kingdom is making en roads into a community, the Enemy will come to fight over the territory. Perhaps, that is an acknowledgement that something there is worth fighting for (spiritually speaking ). I walked away during one of the lulls in the fighting and walked back towards my car. Becky had come back and she and I talked for a while before I left. It was a strange and yet troubling trip. I had experienced quite a high when the person in the wheelchair was so thankful towards me and when we had all gathered around to pray together. Remember I didn't even ask them to gather for prayer, they asked me! But then the reality of too many people living so close to one another and the difficulties of living in so much need sparked anger and bitterness flared up. Side by side, the tares and the wheat grow up together. I'll keep praying and fighting (spiritually) for their souls. I'm committed to interceding for them.
When I left them, it was well into the night. The burned-out church had not changed any since the last week. I prayer-walked the neighborhood before leaving. I am reminded of Paul's admonition to the Ephesian church where in Chapter 6:12 he writes, "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." There are several descriptions in the New Testament of Paul entering a city and initially everything was going well and then all of the sudden it was as if a switch was turned and people became hostile to his message. I didn't experience hostility towards me, but hostilities definitely broke out. It was disturbing, but I recognize it for what it is and will keep working the area. I will not be deterred. --Until next time. John
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Sunday night-9/27/15
"Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think." --Ephesians 3:20
and that's Becky on the right
The next two photos, first one taken looking towards San Pedro St and the one below it looking back down the alley the other way.
When I first got there and got out I sat down on some mattresses next to a guy named Peter. I asked him how he was doing (I've know Peter for a couple of years now). He said he was depressed, but didn't say exactly why. I was called away right after that and didn't get to talk further with him about what was bothering him. He asked if I had a couple of dollars to get some food, but I didn't have any cash left on me. There was a large crowd gathered around the back of the car and on the other side of the car where the water was. One of the guys from last week wanted me to pray for them right then, but I thought it best to wait until the crowd around the car had died down. The regulars to that alley were all there, and Hiram who lives in an SRO a short distance away was there too. I had been there about forty minutes when some tempers flared in one of the 'apartments'. I was, at the time, standing and talking with Hiram. I immediately started praying for peace to overcome the place. As it turned out the woman who was upset, was Judy (Nicky's friend). She was upset, oddly enough, over the guy who got the Pine Sol and had started using it around his place. Apparently, she is allergic to the stuff. Well, she just moved away from that area and all was well. I told everyone about the lunar eclipse (Blood Moon) that was to occur shortly, but it was kind of doubtful they would see it given the limited view of the sky they had in that alley.
I've said many times in these blogs that I try and bring the Kingdom of God down to earth for these folks. Earlier today I was watching a short video about an after school activity center that some Christians are running in Jackson, Mississippi. They explained it as a place where the kids in the neighborhood can come and feel safe and be loved just for who they are. They are told who Jesus is and that He loves them and wants the best for their lives. One woman summed it up best at the end with the statement,"It's a place where God can do miraculous things in their hearts." It is the same idea and place I try to provide for these folks each time I see them. It's not an overnight fix, and certainly takes time to develop a trusting relationship between them and me. They need to see me acting consistently on their behalf and as an ambassador for Christ. I have to faithfully and gently portray Christ, in perhaps, a way they have never seen before, but still represents Him not only faithfully, but as someone they want to get to know.
After leaving the alley, I drove over to the burned out church. It was now completely dark and I prayed in front of the church for quite a while. No one came by and there appeared to be no changes in the general appearance to the church. I have learned through experience that things may not appear to be changing on the outside, but God works in different ways and I'm willing to trust His timetable. Unfortunately, I won't be able to go downtown next Sunday, so --Until next time. John
Sunday night was more or less a repeat of the last few trips downtown except I reversed the order and went to the alley on 25th and San Pedro first. I got there before the sun went down so the folks there could go through the clothes I brought while there was still light left. Someone at work had given me two large trash bags filled with women's clothes and they went pretty fast. There were a lot of people there since it was close to night time. I haven't brought any food with me the last month or so due to lack of resources, but I did bring a lot of bottled water. No one's complained about the lack of food, but the water sure is a hit. I brought 35 bottles and 20 lbs of ice. In fact, I had more ice than the chest could hold with all the water bottles, so some of the ice was still in a bag sitting on top. Someone took the bag too (for later no doubt). I had even bought a bottle of Pine Sol (unopened) and had it on the floor by the back seat and someone asked me if they could have it to clean around their living quarters. I long ago made the commitment that if I brought it in the car, it was up for grabs. This alley, as I said, is really home to a lot of people and other homeless folks come by to hang-out. During my time there, Nicky, her friend Judy and Carmen came by. Nicky was the one who helped me serve all the people when I had the dinner on the street corner last November. Here's some photos of my stop Sunday:
That's Hiram in the back of the car....He's a big guy!
When I first got there and got out I sat down on some mattresses next to a guy named Peter. I asked him how he was doing (I've know Peter for a couple of years now). He said he was depressed, but didn't say exactly why. I was called away right after that and didn't get to talk further with him about what was bothering him. He asked if I had a couple of dollars to get some food, but I didn't have any cash left on me. There was a large crowd gathered around the back of the car and on the other side of the car where the water was. One of the guys from last week wanted me to pray for them right then, but I thought it best to wait until the crowd around the car had died down. The regulars to that alley were all there, and Hiram who lives in an SRO a short distance away was there too. I had been there about forty minutes when some tempers flared in one of the 'apartments'. I was, at the time, standing and talking with Hiram. I immediately started praying for peace to overcome the place. As it turned out the woman who was upset, was Judy (Nicky's friend). She was upset, oddly enough, over the guy who got the Pine Sol and had started using it around his place. Apparently, she is allergic to the stuff. Well, she just moved away from that area and all was well. I told everyone about the lunar eclipse (Blood Moon) that was to occur shortly, but it was kind of doubtful they would see it given the limited view of the sky they had in that alley.
I've said many times in these blogs that I try and bring the Kingdom of God down to earth for these folks. Earlier today I was watching a short video about an after school activity center that some Christians are running in Jackson, Mississippi. They explained it as a place where the kids in the neighborhood can come and feel safe and be loved just for who they are. They are told who Jesus is and that He loves them and wants the best for their lives. One woman summed it up best at the end with the statement,"It's a place where God can do miraculous things in their hearts." It is the same idea and place I try to provide for these folks each time I see them. It's not an overnight fix, and certainly takes time to develop a trusting relationship between them and me. They need to see me acting consistently on their behalf and as an ambassador for Christ. I have to faithfully and gently portray Christ, in perhaps, a way they have never seen before, but still represents Him not only faithfully, but as someone they want to get to know.
After leaving the alley, I drove over to the burned out church. It was now completely dark and I prayed in front of the church for quite a while. No one came by and there appeared to be no changes in the general appearance to the church. I have learned through experience that things may not appear to be changing on the outside, but God works in different ways and I'm willing to trust His timetable. Unfortunately, I won't be able to go downtown next Sunday, so --Until next time. John
Monday, September 21, 2015
Sunday afternoon-9/20/15
"From my darkest to the very greatest of times, God has always been there." --Posting on facebook from GodFruits --Sept. 19, 2015
It was another hot September day downtown. I had brought some bottled water on ice and got down there at about 3:30 pm. I had two objectives, one was to prayer-walk around the neighborhood of the burned out church on 27th and Paloma and the other was to give out the bottled water to my friends living in the alley near 25th and San Pedro. Due to the heat, when I prayer-walked the neighborhood around the church hardly anyone was outside. Since I found out what happened to the church through the news report still posted on the internet, I knew more than most of the folks who lived around there. Remember, its been almost exactly three years since the fire. When I finished walking around the neighborhood I lingered for a while praying in front of the church. The flyers I had seen last week were still up, but were fading in the hot sun. I got in my car and decided to give the only phone number I had for the pastor another shot. I had called it a couple of times on Tuesday and Wednesday, but no one answered. I tried calling again. Would you believe it, Mary, the pastor's wife, answered the phone! I had to quickly give her some kind of an idea who I was and why I was calling before she thought I was some kind of a crack-pot and hung up. Anyway, the Lord gave me favor and she heard my story of how I started prayer-walking in this neighborhood and found their church. I mainly wanted to make sure she knew that the flyers they put up a week ago were such a blessing to me to see and I felt if Pastor Lawrence knew that God had raised up someone that he didn't know and wasn't even living in the neighborhood to pray for this church that it might be a blessing to him as well. I realized that these last three years have, no doubt, been a very difficult time for the both of them. I told her of the quote I read on facebook. I used it to start this blog. I hope that sometime soon I can meet with Pastor Lawrence at the church site and pray with him for his church.
I left there and went over to the alley by 25th and San Pedro. On the way over there I saw Becky pushing her shopping cart with one of her dogs walking along side her. I gave her some water and she encouraged me to stop by to see the others. When I got there, there were probably 10 people in the alley. I didn't have any food (well six cans of vegetables), the rest of the bottled water and some clothes in the back of the car. I got out and opened the back up. You may remember me telling you about Billy who I met for the first time there about two weeks ago. I prayed with him and Miguel the last time and noticed Billy had some rather obvious struggles in life. Sunday he told everyone I was his best buddy! That is a testimony to the power of prayer for people in these situations. There were others there that I've known for a long time now, Pete, Hiram and a couple of other guys who I can't think of there names right now. They asked me if I "had a Word for them". I said "Of course I do." and held out my arms and started praying for them right then. There was a passage in the New Testament that I read a couple of days ago, but can't seem to find now, about how God will change your desires and passions to conform to his image. Anyway, I used this verse loosely and intertwined it with how powerful the name of Jesus is in overcoming temptations and difficult situations in our lives if we will just speak His name. When I finished you would have thought Billy Graham had just spoken.....the prayer was anointed and touched their hearts. It was all God's doing, praise be to Him.
All in all, it was a short, but powerful trip. I promised to be back next Sunday. I'm looking forward to it that's for sure. Until next time. John
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Monday evening-9/14/2015
"Jesus told his disciples: 'Have faith in God! If you have faith in God and don't doubt, you can tell this mountain to get up and jump into the sea, and it will. Everything you ask for in prayer will be yours, if you only have faith.'" --Mark 11:22-24
My last trip was two weeks ago Sunday. I had promised one of my homeless friends, Willie, that I would be back this Monday evening (I worked last weekend), and we'd meet in the alley we were standing in. I thought it was doubtful that he would be there, but I wanted to hold up my end of the agreement. I went down the alley a couple of times but no Willie. I did help another homeless man and decided I'd better try the other alley a little south of this one, but he wasn't there either. I did help a few other homeless folks in that alley too.
For those who have followed the last couple of these blogs, I have been prayer-walking in an area south of Washington Blvd between San Pedro Ave and Central Ave. Specifically, by a corner of Paloma and 27th. Three Sundays ago I found a church that had been burned up there. I have asked people around there, but no one really seems to know what happened. Even when it happened was some kind of a mystery. The first info I had was it happened 6 months to a year ago. Monday night when I parked in front of the church there was a woman getting in her car and leaving and I was able to ask her what she knew. She said she had been working there for three years and the church was like that when she first started coming there. She appeared to be a hospice nurse for someone living a few doors down the street. I walked back to the church and started praying. While praying I noticed some flyers taped to the iron fence around the building. I didn't pay any attention to them at first, but then happened to notice a banner across the top saying, "We're Still Here!!! We're Coming Back Soon" I looked again and sure enough it was a flyer from the pastor, a Lawrence Magee. No other details, just a couple of bible verses at the bottom. Here is what I saw:
You can understand how my prayers for this place received a jolt from the Kingdom of Heaven after seeing this. I had to remind myself that this flyer wasn't there the last two (only) times I've been here. I saw a couple of women talking across the street a ways and asked them if they knew what had happened to the church, but they hadn't been living there long enough to know. One of the ladies said the manager of the place where they were living had just left and she would probably know, So I left my phone number with her, but haven't heard back yet.
OK, so next up was to go visit Hiram who is now living in a SRO on 21st. When I found the place it wasn't at all what I expected. I expected to see an old run down converted hotel, but this was a two story duplex with an iron fence in the front and a freshly mowed yard. It appeared to be pretty well taken care of although it wasn't a 'new' place. This neighborhood is pretty old. There was a woman sitting on the porch steps smoking a cigarette. Her name was Sharon and there was a dog (pit bull I think) with diaper on named Harley laying down near her. I asked about Hiram and she confirmed that he lived there, but wasn't home at the time. We talked for probably 15-20 minutes and I told her how I knew Hiram. There were two places on the property, one was for women and one was for men. She said there were sixteen people living there. I also told her I had given a dinner about a year ago on the street corner where Hiram lived at the time. She said I could have a BBQ at this place anytime. I couldn't believe it, but said perhaps in November we could do something there. Between now and then I'll have to make a few visits to this place and get to know her and the others better. I only talked to her (nobody else came out) on Monday.
So my original intent was to get into this neighborhood and bring the Kingdom to the people. The only way I knew how was to start prayer-walking and let God take care of the rest. So after three trips this is what's happened. Remember, my conversations with the neighbors is another aspect of this work that should not be discounted. I actually told the two women across the street from the church that I was led to pray in front of the church just three weeks (and two visits) prior. They saw these flyers up for the first time too. I even told Sharon at the SRO house! Testimonies are a valid and vital part in advancing the Kingdom. Testimonies are written and repeated all through the bible. Current and personal testimonies speak volumes to people in our culture today.
So when I got home I googled the pastor's name and found a news clip from NBC local news from about 3 years ago about this church and the fire. Here is what happened:
http://www.nbclosangeles.com/news/local/Crouch-Memorial-Church-Pentecostal-Fire-LAFD-Los-Angeles-226957031.html
So I will continue pray and to try and contact Pastor Magee. I'm hoping that when he hears that someone whom he doesn't know and who has no connection with his church is praying for him and his church that it will serve as a great encouragement just as me seeing the flyers taped to the fence in front of the church did for me. I'll keep prayer-walking. Until next time. --John
My last trip was two weeks ago Sunday. I had promised one of my homeless friends, Willie, that I would be back this Monday evening (I worked last weekend), and we'd meet in the alley we were standing in. I thought it was doubtful that he would be there, but I wanted to hold up my end of the agreement. I went down the alley a couple of times but no Willie. I did help another homeless man and decided I'd better try the other alley a little south of this one, but he wasn't there either. I did help a few other homeless folks in that alley too.
For those who have followed the last couple of these blogs, I have been prayer-walking in an area south of Washington Blvd between San Pedro Ave and Central Ave. Specifically, by a corner of Paloma and 27th. Three Sundays ago I found a church that had been burned up there. I have asked people around there, but no one really seems to know what happened. Even when it happened was some kind of a mystery. The first info I had was it happened 6 months to a year ago. Monday night when I parked in front of the church there was a woman getting in her car and leaving and I was able to ask her what she knew. She said she had been working there for three years and the church was like that when she first started coming there. She appeared to be a hospice nurse for someone living a few doors down the street. I walked back to the church and started praying. While praying I noticed some flyers taped to the iron fence around the building. I didn't pay any attention to them at first, but then happened to notice a banner across the top saying, "We're Still Here!!! We're Coming Back Soon" I looked again and sure enough it was a flyer from the pastor, a Lawrence Magee. No other details, just a couple of bible verses at the bottom. Here is what I saw:
You can understand how my prayers for this place received a jolt from the Kingdom of Heaven after seeing this. I had to remind myself that this flyer wasn't there the last two (only) times I've been here. I saw a couple of women talking across the street a ways and asked them if they knew what had happened to the church, but they hadn't been living there long enough to know. One of the ladies said the manager of the place where they were living had just left and she would probably know, So I left my phone number with her, but haven't heard back yet.
OK, so next up was to go visit Hiram who is now living in a SRO on 21st. When I found the place it wasn't at all what I expected. I expected to see an old run down converted hotel, but this was a two story duplex with an iron fence in the front and a freshly mowed yard. It appeared to be pretty well taken care of although it wasn't a 'new' place. This neighborhood is pretty old. There was a woman sitting on the porch steps smoking a cigarette. Her name was Sharon and there was a dog (pit bull I think) with diaper on named Harley laying down near her. I asked about Hiram and she confirmed that he lived there, but wasn't home at the time. We talked for probably 15-20 minutes and I told her how I knew Hiram. There were two places on the property, one was for women and one was for men. She said there were sixteen people living there. I also told her I had given a dinner about a year ago on the street corner where Hiram lived at the time. She said I could have a BBQ at this place anytime. I couldn't believe it, but said perhaps in November we could do something there. Between now and then I'll have to make a few visits to this place and get to know her and the others better. I only talked to her (nobody else came out) on Monday.
So my original intent was to get into this neighborhood and bring the Kingdom to the people. The only way I knew how was to start prayer-walking and let God take care of the rest. So after three trips this is what's happened. Remember, my conversations with the neighbors is another aspect of this work that should not be discounted. I actually told the two women across the street from the church that I was led to pray in front of the church just three weeks (and two visits) prior. They saw these flyers up for the first time too. I even told Sharon at the SRO house! Testimonies are a valid and vital part in advancing the Kingdom. Testimonies are written and repeated all through the bible. Current and personal testimonies speak volumes to people in our culture today.
So when I got home I googled the pastor's name and found a news clip from NBC local news from about 3 years ago about this church and the fire. Here is what happened:
http://www.nbclosangeles.com/news/local/Crouch-Memorial-Church-Pentecostal-Fire-LAFD-Los-Angeles-226957031.html
So I will continue pray and to try and contact Pastor Magee. I'm hoping that when he hears that someone whom he doesn't know and who has no connection with his church is praying for him and his church that it will serve as a great encouragement just as me seeing the flyers taped to the fence in front of the church did for me. I'll keep prayer-walking. Until next time. --John
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Sunday downtown-8/30/15
"I've heard You call my name
I've heard the song of love that You sing
So I will let you draw me out beyond the shore
Into your grace
Cause you make me brave
You make me brave
You call me out beyond the shore into the waves
Cause you make me brave
You make me brave
No fear can hinder now the Love that made a way.."
---Amanda Cook & Bethel Music "You Make Me Brave"
You can see the all the lyrics to this song when watching the video, just click on 'show more".
Yeah, I really like this song, especially the words about being called 'out beyond the shore into the waves". Sunday was week two on the Emmaus Road. I decided to start by going to the burned out church in the photo from last week and start praying there. I drove around and around and around the area, but couldn't find it. I finally gave up and parked and started prayer walking where I was. I said, "Lord, I know you can redeem this time, so help me out here, please." I walked a couple of blocks and some people were going out to their cars so I decided to just ask them if they knew where the church was. I showed them the picture on my phone. Well, they knew exactly where it was and it was exactly where I thought it was. Only problem was, I WASN'T WHERE I THOUGHT I WAS! I thanked them and then drove about two or so blocks west (on the west side of Central) and there it was. I parked and got out and started praying there in front of this church reclaiming the area for His glory. There is a wrought iron fence around most of the building and a chain link fence in the back. As I walked around it I saw in the back the area were the little kids would have their meeting rooms. I was heartbroken for these kids as the church was no doubt a center of life for a lot of families. There is no sign in front saying what kind of denomination this church was so I have no way of knowing how to contact the pastor. I found out the church burned about 6 months to a year ago. I had walked across the street (the church is on the corner of 27th and Paloma) to ask a man washing his car in front of his house (behind another wrought iron fence) what he knew about the church, but he didn't really know anything or at least wasn't saying anything. He said he was at work when it burned. I noticed when I was driving around that there are a lot of small neighborhood churches in the area (and I mean a lot). I'll start asking the ones closest if they know anything about what happened to the pastor and the congregation.
When I left the church, I drove by 25th and San Pedro, but once again the people I used to know who lived there aren't there anymore. I slowly drove passed the next alley north and saw Becky and others in that alley, so I stopped and backed into the alley. While I talked to Becky I heard some tapping on my car window. It turned out to be Hiram who used to be one of the folks who lived on 25th! He has since gotten an SRO (single room occupancy) place on Hooper and 21st. I was so happy to see him. I noticed immediately (and asked him) "Have you lost weight?" Hiram's a couple inches taller than me and was probably over 300-lbs for a while. He looks a lot better, I just need to find him some clothes and pair of size 15 shoes! He said where he stays they feed you 3 meals a day, but the quantity and quality isn't the best, hence the weight loss. Becky told me that a year or so ago she was walking by that church when it was burning! She didn't know anything about what happened either other than it was an African American church. It's mostly, but not exclusively, a Latino area, so I don't know if that figured into anything or not. Hiram said that a lot of the churches in the area are very old and probably of historical importance to the area. So while I was there in the alley I let the folks go through the clothes in the back of the car and I handed out cold bottled water. I hadn't brought any food, but it was another really hot day and the cold water was a big hit. One of the highlights of the trip was meeting a new guy in that alley by the name of Billy. Billy is about my age with long gray shoulder length hair. I had given him and another man named Miguel some bottled water. After I introduced myself to Billy I held out my hand to him and Miguel and offered to pray for them. So Miguel got up and came over and the three of us held hands and I prayed for them. I noticed later, after walking back to the folks by my car, that Billy kept turning away and lighting up something in a corner. I asked Hiram about it and he confirmed my suspicions about what Billy was doing. All I can say is I hope I see Billy again soon. I hope to pray with him again and develop a relationship with him. I don't like to describe and identify anyone by one thing that they do. We are all a lot more complex than that, but Billy does seem to a have a substance abuse problem. I hope I can offer him hope and a way out of it. It begins by loving him the way he is, but helping him realize and become what he can be. Hiram gave me the address of where he lives now at the SRO. I hope to visit him there. He said there are about 25 other men living there. Perhaps that is where the Emmaus Road will lead. I don't know.
One other encounter of note. When I first arrived downtown I bought some ice at a Smart and Final on Hooper St. As I drove south, I came to an alley where I have had BBQ's before. I looked down that alley and it appeared to have been cleared out by city maintenance workers. I decided to drive down it anyway even though I didn't see anyone. Well, right where I had the BBQ's I saw one of my oldest friends from the street. His name is Willie and this is right where I first met him too. In fact, that first encounter was memorable because as I drove up and saw him standing there that day six years ago I asked him if he was OK. I'll never forget his response. In a barely audible whisper he said, "I'm hungry and thirsty." I was able Sunday to give Willie a pair of pants, socks and some cold water. Unfortunately, I didn't have any food with me, but we were sure happy to see each other. It had been about 16-18 months since I saw him last. Here's a picture I took of him Sunday:
I'll be working all next weekend so I won't be able to see my friends for a couple of weeks. Please pray for them while I'm unable to visit them. Until next time. --John
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