Last night was the second trip in the late evening to meet with the homeless living in doorways. I was really looking forward to seeing who God would put in my path. I got down there a little earlier than last week with the plan that I would check out some of the other streets near the one I was on last week. The skid row streets (5th, 6th and 7th) are always filled with people. However, the adjacent streets get the spill-over of people wanting to have access to some of the services down there, but not wanting to live in the midst of so many people. The adjacent streets, particularly those south of 7th street have an abundance of retail shops. There are several districts in and around 7th and Olympic that are quite busy, especially on the weekend. As a result of the tremendous amount of foot traffic on these streets, there is a lot of trash at the end of the day. So a lot of homeless people take the opportunity to go through the streets and trash cans looking for items to recycle. Consequently, when their day is done they simply find a spot on the sidewalk in front a store and crash for the night. Just about every street will have a few people sleeping on the sidewalk for several blocks away from the skid row area. Most of these streets are poorly lit and the people can almost blend in the with the trash and debris laying on the sidewalks and streets and go practically unnoticed throughout the night.
Well, the first encounter down in this area, (my first actual encounter was with Kenny at the Jack in the Box where I bought all the burgers) was with a woman named Mary. It wasn't quite dark yet, but she was already covered up for the night. I didn't know who it was under that blanket when I walked up. I try to gently ask if I can't see the person under the blanket if they are OK and then if they could use some food. I guess Mary had just dozed off because she woke up and gave out a bit of a scream. However, she did accept the help and prayer and thanked me for stopping.
After leaving Mary I was planning on going back to the same street as last week, but I felt led to go over to Olive St near the fire station by Pico. I'm glad I followed that leading because it turned out to be the encounter of the night. Olive is a one-way street in this part of town. I've had some other memorable encounters there in the past. One was over a year ago when I had taken some extra loaves of bread downtown on a prompting from the Spirit. When I drove down Olive I saw four men sitting in the doorway of an abandoned auto body shop. I drove by and didn't stop at first because, "I don't do groups of people." Then I remembered I had the extra bread and figured, "Maybe this is why I brought the extra stuff." It turned out to be the right move, not only did I help those four men that day, but two others walked up while I was with them. Last night, as I drove by the fire station, I saw three people sitting on a small retaining wall about twenty or so feet beyond the fire station. I've helped a couple of other people at this exact same spot before. I once again thought, "I don't do groups", but decided to stop and ask them if they needed some food anyway. There was a woman and two men sitting there. The woman jumped up and practically screamed, "Yes, we need food!" They were on the left hand side of the street and since Olive is one-way I pulled over right there and got out. The woman's name was Stella and the two men were Jorge and Jose. Stella's first words when I got out were, "God is going to bless you so much for stopping and helping us." Throughout my time with the three of them, she couldn't stop praising God for sending me. I ended up giving them clothes as well as food and water. Since it has been so hot here lately, I had over a dozen bottles of water on ice in the back seat of my car, so that was a big hit throughout the trip too. When I asked if I could pray for them before leaving, Stella said, "Oh, yes, but let me pray first!" The other two men gathered around and we had a group hug as we prayed. I don't know who was blessed more by me stopping because I was blessed in a big way.
As the night went on this encounter pointed to a great spiritual lesson that became more and more evident as the night went on, culminating in one of the last encounters before leaving the area. Before that encounter, though, I met with three others. Just a street over on Hill, I found Juan living on the sidewalk behind a small concrete wall that protected some sort of a water valve. I think I met him about a year ago the same day that I met those four men I mentioned above. He was telling me that day, and last night also, that there are many "Mexicans here and there are no jobs and no money for them." He warned me to be careful that I might get robbed by some who are desperate. Directly across the street from Juan another man was sitting on the sidewalk leaning up against a building. His name was Benjamin and although he was a little wary of me at first, when he found out I only wanted to help him, he ended up being quite thankful. Often times, when you see someone under a blanket on the sidewalk, you have no idea if it's a man or a woman. Such was the case at 8th and San Pedro when I met Leva. I wasn't sure if she was kidding me with her name at first (you know, like leva me alone). But she was thankful I stopped. What was kind of weird was it was completely dark out and she was under her blanket (yet with her feet hanging out over the curb into the street) and she had on sunglasses. Maybe it was easier to just wear the sunglasses than to hold them in her hand or next to her while she slept and run the risk of someone taking them.
This brings me to the second "Juan" of the night. He was sleeping on the sidewalk near 10th St. and Maple. It was somewhat of a normal encounter, he said he could use some food and water and accepted the help and was thankful. I prayed briefly for him, yet his attitude the whole time seemed to be that he wanted me to leave as quickly as possible. There could be a number of legitimate reasons for him wanting me to leave quickly, but I try so see these people as God sees them and I try to understand the encounter and everything about it as God would. I couldn't help but see the contrast between this man and the encounter with Stella and her friends. I have mentioned before the difference I've learned between being happy to have received stuff and being thankful for receiving stuff. The difference is personal. This is a biblical mandate expressed in Romans 1:21. The essence is you're happy to received much needed help, but it is expressed in thankfulness towards the giver (ultimately God) as opposed to just being happy over the stuff received. Last night the difference between Stella and her friends thankfulness and this man, Juan's, happiness was just that, but I noticed something else this time. The greater thankfulness was met with greater blessing. I stayed longer with Stella because she and her friends received me with much more thankfulness and in return, I opened up the trunk and gave them other items they needed. Therefore, the greater thankfulness resulted in a greater blessing! It seems so obvious when it's played out in front of you, yet I wonder why I've missed this lesson before. You remember the story of Jesus healing the 10 lepers and how only one returned to thank him. That one received the full blessing that the others missed out on. I wonder how God feels when people attend church and leave quickly because they are too busy and eager to 'get on with the day' than to linger and enjoy His presence among His people. How much of "the extra blessing" do we miss out on because we won't take the time to enjoy His presence on a daily basis, whether it's in His word or in prayer? Wow, the opportunities we miss could be staggering.
By the time I left Juan I had two burgers left. I headed over to Cloud Nine Alley, but gave the last two burgers to another man laying on the sidewalk by himself. It was completely dark out since the encounter with Stella and her friends. I asked this man what his name was and he told me, but I didn't write it down and I have forgotten it. I really don't like not being able to tell about these people without using their names. Sometimes, I don't get their names, but most of the time I do. All these people are people of worth in God's eyes. They have names and I wish to always honor them with their name. This man was awake when I drove up, I didn't get out of the car because he got up and came over to me to receive the food. I handed him the last of the food and we talked briefly before I pulled away. I regret not writing his name down.
The last three visits to Cloud Nine Alley, Ray has not been there. Well, last night he was. We probably talked for over an hour. He had had a diabetic siezure and had been in the hospital, that's why I hadn't seen him. He seemed to be in good shape last night.
These trips are becoming more and more about encounters with the living God as much as they are about encounters with people. I don't know if this feeling is accentuated because I've been going at night or not, but it reminds me of the old line, "only when it's dark enough can you see the stars". I've really been blessed these last two weeks to "meet the stars in the doorways downtown." --Until next week. John
Monday, August 29, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Downtown 8/22/2011--Burgers and Doorways
The first question that the priest and the Levite asked was: "If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?" But the Good Samaritan...reversed the question "If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?" ---Martin Luther King,Jr--from a speech--April 3, 1968
Exactly two weeks ago, Monday, during a trip downtown I was leaving the skid row area at around 8 pm. and was driving over to Cloud Nine Alley. I was traveling south on Wall St. just past 7th St. The sun had gone down and it was the beginning of the night. I'm not sure why I hadn't noticed it before, but in the doorways of the closed up shops homeless people were bedding down for the night. In doorway after doorway there was a person under a blanket getting ready for the night. For some reason this image stuck with me for days until I decided that my next trip was to go to these people. My plan was to buy a bunch of hamburgers and go down there and give them out and pray with them. I had no idea how it would turn out or how well I would be received at night time. Sometimes, people just don't want to be bothered at night and that's why they sleep a few blocks away from the actual skid row area. So two Sunday's ago I started getting ready for this trip. I wasn't going to buy the hamburgers until I actually got down there so they would be hot, but I had a couple of stops to make before leaving town. After my last stop, just as I was about to leave I noticed coolant leaking from under my car (and a lot of it). So at the last minute I had to postpone the trip and go home. Not only was I disappointed at not being able to go, but I ended up with a large repair bill too (the third one in six weeks). That was the only week since my last write-up that I haven't been able to make a trip downtown. So Monday night was my second attempt at making this special trip and this time it went off without any car trouble. For a couple of days before this trip, I kept thinking about the story of the first Passover. As most of you know, the Hebrew slaves were to put the blood of a lamb on the door posts of their homes so the angel would "passover" their home. Well, this was passover in reverse. I was to "stop" at the doorways where someone was sleeping and bring a piece of the Kingdom of Heaven in the form of food and prayer (invoking God's presence). It was a simple plan, hopefully, it would have a positive impact on these folks.
Well, the first person I encountered-the Enemy was waiting there for me. I usually start the conversation with, "Hey, are you hungry? I have some food?" Usually, they will answer yes and then I ask them their name and where they're from and go from there. This guy, although he said he was hungry, told me, "I have no name." With his attitude it was obvious he didn't want to talk to anyone (but he took the food anyway). I went on to the next shop doorway about twenty feet away where two men were there. One was sitting, his name was Dennis from Texas and the one standing was Greg from New York. When I asked them if they were hungry they both said yes and Dennis said he was really hungry. I gave them both a couple of cheeseburgers and we talked for a while. When I asked if I could pray for them before I left they not only said yes but, Greg said, "Absolutely". I had noticed he had on a sweatshirt that said, "Azuza Pacific University". For those of you not familiar with that school it is a private Christian college. While we were talking a woman walked up. She knew both men and, apparently, was friends with Greg because he had saved one of his burgers for her. She had said how hungry she was so I gave her a couple too. I ended up opening up the trunk of my car and gave out some socks and shirts and a couple of pairs of pants to them. Did I mention how dark it was? There were no street lights on this street. Directly across from this group I saw someone else laying under a blanket with a few bags around them. When I got over there it turned out to be a man and a woman laying there. When I asked if they were hungry the woman said yes but the man was kind of quiet. I gave them some hamburgers and prayed with them. The woman was open to talking, but the man I could sense was uncomfortable with me being there so I didn't stay and talk longer.
Now I usually take six full bags of food with me for six encounters and some extra cans of food just in case I need extras. So I had already met with six people in about twenty minutes right there and hadn't even gone down half the block. So let me tell you about what happened before I even got there.
I had purchased twenty cheeseburgers at the Jack in the Box on Alameda. As I walked out the door there was a woman in the parking lot, it wasn't quite dark yet, but almost. Her name was Valerie and she was from Alabama. She had her shopping cart and was hitting up anyone she could find for some money. I gave her a couple of burgers and urged her to eat them while they were still hot. I prayed with her and she seemed so grateful. I think she was stunned that anyone would do something like that for her and ask for nothing in return. I drove a couple of streets over to where John Stokes and David live under the I-10 freeway. I gave John some burgers and the last blanket I had, he also needed some socks. While John and I were talking David walked up and he and I started talking. I gave David some burgers and some clothes too and while we were talking I looked over at John who was laying down on his stuff and eating one of his burgers. The look of contentment on his face was so obvious that I commented to David, "That is the face of a happy man!" We all started laughing at that point. If it wasn't so dark out I would have taken John's picture with my cell phone. As I left them and drove down Alameda I stopped off where Robert lives across from a gas station. He was just standing around (in the dark). I gave him a burger and a small bottle of water. I had some bottles on ice in a chest in the back seat, so everyone got food and cold water too.
Well that was what happened on the way down to the 'doorways'. After meeting with the people downtown I had two burgers left and was hoping to find Ray on Cloud Nine Alley. On the way over there I saw a man walking quickly down one of the streets off 14th. He was going through the trash cans looking for recyclables and had two bags with cans and plastic bottles in them. As I passed by him I ended up giving him one of the two remaining burgers. When I got to Cloud Nine Alley it looked like Ray was there but he didn't answer when I called out. The last two trips down there it didn't look like he had been around for a while, but this time it did. Anyway, when he didn't answer I ate the last burger (it really wasn't very warm by then) and parked the car and went into the Cloud Nine church there. Often times when there is a church service going on there I will simply sit in the back near the front door and pray for a while before leaving. Monday, someone was sitting in that spot already, so I sat in one of the pews along the left wall. I try to be as inconspicuous as possible so as to not be a disruption to the service. But a tall white man does stand out in this congregation. One of the leaders of the church who speaks english, a man named Florido, came up to me said hello and sat down next to me. He occasionally would point out the scripture verse the speaker was speaking on at the time. He was very helpful. Remember the services are totally in spanish. I ended up staying through the whole service and at the end I think every one (there weren't a whole lot of people there on a Monday night) came up to me and shook my hand and said "God bless you." I don't think I have been more welcomed and at home in any other church I've ever been to. I pray for that church every week that I'm down there and have a special relationship with it's pastor and it's people.
Well that was the special trip. I need to find a way to store food to keep it hot. There must be some kind of device I can buy that plugs into the cigarette lighter that could do this. I'll start looking for one. In the mean time, please pray that this new focus will bear fruit. The days are getting shorter, so my window of opportunity here will be shortened. Let's see what the Lord will do. Let me finish this blog with a quote I read yesterday from, of all people, Shakespeare......
"How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a [dark] world". ---William Shakespeare, 'The Merchant of Venice'
--Until next week. John
Exactly two weeks ago, Monday, during a trip downtown I was leaving the skid row area at around 8 pm. and was driving over to Cloud Nine Alley. I was traveling south on Wall St. just past 7th St. The sun had gone down and it was the beginning of the night. I'm not sure why I hadn't noticed it before, but in the doorways of the closed up shops homeless people were bedding down for the night. In doorway after doorway there was a person under a blanket getting ready for the night. For some reason this image stuck with me for days until I decided that my next trip was to go to these people. My plan was to buy a bunch of hamburgers and go down there and give them out and pray with them. I had no idea how it would turn out or how well I would be received at night time. Sometimes, people just don't want to be bothered at night and that's why they sleep a few blocks away from the actual skid row area. So two Sunday's ago I started getting ready for this trip. I wasn't going to buy the hamburgers until I actually got down there so they would be hot, but I had a couple of stops to make before leaving town. After my last stop, just as I was about to leave I noticed coolant leaking from under my car (and a lot of it). So at the last minute I had to postpone the trip and go home. Not only was I disappointed at not being able to go, but I ended up with a large repair bill too (the third one in six weeks). That was the only week since my last write-up that I haven't been able to make a trip downtown. So Monday night was my second attempt at making this special trip and this time it went off without any car trouble. For a couple of days before this trip, I kept thinking about the story of the first Passover. As most of you know, the Hebrew slaves were to put the blood of a lamb on the door posts of their homes so the angel would "passover" their home. Well, this was passover in reverse. I was to "stop" at the doorways where someone was sleeping and bring a piece of the Kingdom of Heaven in the form of food and prayer (invoking God's presence). It was a simple plan, hopefully, it would have a positive impact on these folks.
Well, the first person I encountered-the Enemy was waiting there for me. I usually start the conversation with, "Hey, are you hungry? I have some food?" Usually, they will answer yes and then I ask them their name and where they're from and go from there. This guy, although he said he was hungry, told me, "I have no name." With his attitude it was obvious he didn't want to talk to anyone (but he took the food anyway). I went on to the next shop doorway about twenty feet away where two men were there. One was sitting, his name was Dennis from Texas and the one standing was Greg from New York. When I asked them if they were hungry they both said yes and Dennis said he was really hungry. I gave them both a couple of cheeseburgers and we talked for a while. When I asked if I could pray for them before I left they not only said yes but, Greg said, "Absolutely". I had noticed he had on a sweatshirt that said, "Azuza Pacific University". For those of you not familiar with that school it is a private Christian college. While we were talking a woman walked up. She knew both men and, apparently, was friends with Greg because he had saved one of his burgers for her. She had said how hungry she was so I gave her a couple too. I ended up opening up the trunk of my car and gave out some socks and shirts and a couple of pairs of pants to them. Did I mention how dark it was? There were no street lights on this street. Directly across from this group I saw someone else laying under a blanket with a few bags around them. When I got over there it turned out to be a man and a woman laying there. When I asked if they were hungry the woman said yes but the man was kind of quiet. I gave them some hamburgers and prayed with them. The woman was open to talking, but the man I could sense was uncomfortable with me being there so I didn't stay and talk longer.
Now I usually take six full bags of food with me for six encounters and some extra cans of food just in case I need extras. So I had already met with six people in about twenty minutes right there and hadn't even gone down half the block. So let me tell you about what happened before I even got there.
I had purchased twenty cheeseburgers at the Jack in the Box on Alameda. As I walked out the door there was a woman in the parking lot, it wasn't quite dark yet, but almost. Her name was Valerie and she was from Alabama. She had her shopping cart and was hitting up anyone she could find for some money. I gave her a couple of burgers and urged her to eat them while they were still hot. I prayed with her and she seemed so grateful. I think she was stunned that anyone would do something like that for her and ask for nothing in return. I drove a couple of streets over to where John Stokes and David live under the I-10 freeway. I gave John some burgers and the last blanket I had, he also needed some socks. While John and I were talking David walked up and he and I started talking. I gave David some burgers and some clothes too and while we were talking I looked over at John who was laying down on his stuff and eating one of his burgers. The look of contentment on his face was so obvious that I commented to David, "That is the face of a happy man!" We all started laughing at that point. If it wasn't so dark out I would have taken John's picture with my cell phone. As I left them and drove down Alameda I stopped off where Robert lives across from a gas station. He was just standing around (in the dark). I gave him a burger and a small bottle of water. I had some bottles on ice in a chest in the back seat, so everyone got food and cold water too.
Well that was what happened on the way down to the 'doorways'. After meeting with the people downtown I had two burgers left and was hoping to find Ray on Cloud Nine Alley. On the way over there I saw a man walking quickly down one of the streets off 14th. He was going through the trash cans looking for recyclables and had two bags with cans and plastic bottles in them. As I passed by him I ended up giving him one of the two remaining burgers. When I got to Cloud Nine Alley it looked like Ray was there but he didn't answer when I called out. The last two trips down there it didn't look like he had been around for a while, but this time it did. Anyway, when he didn't answer I ate the last burger (it really wasn't very warm by then) and parked the car and went into the Cloud Nine church there. Often times when there is a church service going on there I will simply sit in the back near the front door and pray for a while before leaving. Monday, someone was sitting in that spot already, so I sat in one of the pews along the left wall. I try to be as inconspicuous as possible so as to not be a disruption to the service. But a tall white man does stand out in this congregation. One of the leaders of the church who speaks english, a man named Florido, came up to me said hello and sat down next to me. He occasionally would point out the scripture verse the speaker was speaking on at the time. He was very helpful. Remember the services are totally in spanish. I ended up staying through the whole service and at the end I think every one (there weren't a whole lot of people there on a Monday night) came up to me and shook my hand and said "God bless you." I don't think I have been more welcomed and at home in any other church I've ever been to. I pray for that church every week that I'm down there and have a special relationship with it's pastor and it's people.
Well that was the special trip. I need to find a way to store food to keep it hot. There must be some kind of device I can buy that plugs into the cigarette lighter that could do this. I'll start looking for one. In the mean time, please pray that this new focus will bear fruit. The days are getting shorter, so my window of opportunity here will be shortened. Let's see what the Lord will do. Let me finish this blog with a quote I read yesterday from, of all people, Shakespeare......
"How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a [dark] world". ---William Shakespeare, 'The Merchant of Venice'
--Until next week. John
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Downtown 7/25/2011
Well, it's been a month since I've written about these trips. I've only missed going once (my car was in the shop), but with a teenage daughter home on summer vacation you end up doing a lot of driving (and you don't get much computer time either). A couple of weeks ago I had an encounter with Frank. I had never met him before and this trip was on a Sunday evening (July 3rd). He was on North Main St standing about 30 yards back from the street. This is the same place where the two Cuban men live and where Isavel and Javier were. Anyway, I drove back to where he was standing by his blanket and stuff. He had a beer in his hand and looked like a hippie from the 60's except he was about 30 years old. I asked him if he could use some food. His response took me by surprise. He asked me, "You're not from the church are you?" He said it in a very derrogatory way. He later told me that the food he gets from 'church people' is usually not very good! I think he prefers fast food burgers and fries. He also said he can get food down at the missions. I reminded him that to get food at the missions he has to stand in line for a long time. He told me he 'hated that part about the missions.' He ended up taking the food, but it was somewhat shocking to hear his opinion of the church and it's people. I wish that I had an opportunity to do that encounter over, perhaps I'll see Frank again. I think if we have a chance to get to know each other, maybe that will help his image of 'church people'.
This week's trip had a couple of encounters of note. One was with John Stokes and David who live under the I-10 freeway near Olympic and Alameda. I asked how things were going there during the summer. They told me the flies are bad during the day and then the mosquitos come out at night and make life miserable. Apparently, there is about a two hour period at dawn and at dusk where there is a break from both. I told them about a bad experience I had when I was 15 years old with mosquitos in Arkansas. As it turns out, David is from Minnesota and he told me that the mosquito is the 'unofficial' state bird there!
During my trip this last Monday I took a break at the Jack in the Box. I had seen Alphonzo sitting outside on some grass. Well, when I ordered lunch I got an extra burger and gave it to him before I ate. Then as I was leaving I saw a man pushing his shopping cart on the sidewalk. I was walking to my car at this point and so I waited to see if he was going to come into the parking lot. In just a little bit he came up to where I was and I said, "Hey, I have something for you." He had a few recyclables in he cart and thought I had some more for him. He asked if I had cans or plastic. He 'might' have had a dollars worth of cans and plastic bottles in his cart. You can imagine his surprise when I gave him a bag of food and showed him what was in it. He was so thankful. I can only imagine how it must feel to be hungry and homeless with no money and pass by a fast food place where you know there is plenty of food and not be able to eat there. This man's name was Tony (probably Antonio). Tony spoke English with a heavy accent, so I don't know if he can read English very well or not. I hope he can, because in the bags of food I put a short two-sentence hand-written note. I changed one of the lines recently so it now reads, "To you-My loved one. I never stopped loving you! --Jesus" The food and the clothes will all pass away quickly. My hope is the words will with stay with them forever! (Yes, Frank got the same note in his bag too). Until next week. John
PS. I ran across this quote from a book titled "Dare to Dream" by Mattheus van der Steen. For those with a hope or a dream to someday find a way to serve God, perhaps this will encourage you. Speaking about the Holy Spirit he writes..."Jesus Christ is the One who will give you whatever you need and will anoint you to do the things He has asked and expects you to do to achieve your God-given purpose.".... Here's to finding your God-given purpose.
This week's trip had a couple of encounters of note. One was with John Stokes and David who live under the I-10 freeway near Olympic and Alameda. I asked how things were going there during the summer. They told me the flies are bad during the day and then the mosquitos come out at night and make life miserable. Apparently, there is about a two hour period at dawn and at dusk where there is a break from both. I told them about a bad experience I had when I was 15 years old with mosquitos in Arkansas. As it turns out, David is from Minnesota and he told me that the mosquito is the 'unofficial' state bird there!
During my trip this last Monday I took a break at the Jack in the Box. I had seen Alphonzo sitting outside on some grass. Well, when I ordered lunch I got an extra burger and gave it to him before I ate. Then as I was leaving I saw a man pushing his shopping cart on the sidewalk. I was walking to my car at this point and so I waited to see if he was going to come into the parking lot. In just a little bit he came up to where I was and I said, "Hey, I have something for you." He had a few recyclables in he cart and thought I had some more for him. He asked if I had cans or plastic. He 'might' have had a dollars worth of cans and plastic bottles in his cart. You can imagine his surprise when I gave him a bag of food and showed him what was in it. He was so thankful. I can only imagine how it must feel to be hungry and homeless with no money and pass by a fast food place where you know there is plenty of food and not be able to eat there. This man's name was Tony (probably Antonio). Tony spoke English with a heavy accent, so I don't know if he can read English very well or not. I hope he can, because in the bags of food I put a short two-sentence hand-written note. I changed one of the lines recently so it now reads, "To you-My loved one. I never stopped loving you! --Jesus" The food and the clothes will all pass away quickly. My hope is the words will with stay with them forever! (Yes, Frank got the same note in his bag too). Until next week. John
PS. I ran across this quote from a book titled "Dare to Dream" by Mattheus van der Steen. For those with a hope or a dream to someday find a way to serve God, perhaps this will encourage you. Speaking about the Holy Spirit he writes..."Jesus Christ is the One who will give you whatever you need and will anoint you to do the things He has asked and expects you to do to achieve your God-given purpose.".... Here's to finding your God-given purpose.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Downtown 6/27/2011
As you know, each trip downtown is different. Last week I felt led to get off the freeway at Santa Fe Ave and this week I felt led to go straight down to Cloud 9 Alley. When I parked on Los Angeles St I noticed across the street the shopping cart of a homeless person, although I didn't see anyone due to all the cars parked on the street. There is a high school on the other side of the street from Pastor Rodriguez's church. Well, I walked across the street there and saw the man who's cart I saw. He was lying down on the sidewalk. Turns out his name was Ruben and he had attended that high school some thirty years ago. He has pretty much always stayed in the area. We talked for awhile about the area and some of the people I knew around there. For the last few weeks, until Monday, someone had a tent set up on the sidewalk near the corner. I had tried to find out who was living in the tent, but now it was gone. He told me a man named Pancho was in there, but a couple of days prior to Monday they made him move on. I told Ruben about the Pastor Rodriguez's church there and that they would probably help him out from time to time if he needed it. He told me he had walked by it before and they asked him to come in but he didn't go. I urged him to go see them, they could help in more ways than one. In the alley behind the church I found Ray and we got to talk for probably 20 or 25 minutes. He told me he'd been looking for me each Sunday to stop by. Well, I have gone by there each Sunday, but didn't always announce myself if I didn't think anyone was there. He lives in an unused doorway to a building, covered up with blankets and pallets. Monday, I actually did call out to him. He was pretty happy to see me. He said, "I've been wondering when my 'boy' was going to come by again (He's about 10 years younger than me-the term 'boy' indicates close friendship)." He told me that our conversations are on a far deeper level than any that he has with anyone else! I was glad that he look's forward to our visits. At one point he looked in the bag of food I gave him and commented about how much he liked the bread. He told me the last loaf lasted him 4 days and he ate every slice.
I drove around skid row for awhile after this, but couldn't find a place to park by the police station, so I left the area and headed towards the Jack in the Box by Alameda. A couple of blocks away from there I saw Alan (hadn't seen him in quite awhile). He was sitting on the sidewalk eating something and when I called out to him he immediately came over to the car. Remember Alan doesn't ever say a word. I knew that whatever he was eating he probably got out of a dumpster, so I have him a bag of food and told him to remember that I loved him. He gave me a faint smile as he turned to walk away. At the Jack in the Box I found John Stokes opening doors for people. I took a couple of pictures of him at the door. He told me, for once he didn't need anything (he was wearing the jeans and shirt I had given him last week). Then he said, "Hey, do you have any of that spagetti?" Along with the chunky beef soup I put in the bags I often give out some cans of beef ravioli.
By mistake, I often pick up cans of spagetti because they look just like the cans of ravioli. Apparently, John had gotten one and he loved it. I had six cans in the car and sure enough, one was actually a can of spagetti. It made his day.
The next encounter was a few blocks from the Jack in the Box with a man named Phil. I had met him last week, but I wasn't sure if it was the first time or not. Anyway, you never know what to expect from one of these encounters and this one was quite unique. Phil is 52 years old and has been homeless for the last 12 years (4 of them in the San Diego area). He is quite articulate. During the course of our 30 plus minute conversation he explained that he is actually content with his place in life. He really works at recycling every day and provides nicely for himself by doing it. He told me that for over a year he paid a $100 a month for a storage unit that was filled with stuff from the floor to the ceiling that he had collected. He had ipads, iphones, dvd's and dvd players. Eventually, it got to be too much of a hassle to travel (with his carts) to the storage unit so he let it go. He told me he had made $31 recycling so far this day and with no overhead he was doing OK. He also said something interesting. He said his health insurance was the exercise he gets pushing his carts around every day! He did look pretty good. In fact, when I came up to him he was sewing up some clothes! I don't think I've ever seen a homeless person doing that before. He then started asking me about how and why I came down there. Needless to say, we got to know each other pretty well by the time we parted. Although he definitely knows my trips downtown are of a spiritual nature, he didn't want me to pray for him. During our conversation he did refer to several verses in the bible so I know he has had some training in that regard in his past. I'll take my time with Phil. We'll see where it leads.
By now it was time to head to the skid row area. Along the way, I was able to help two men. Both were sleeping on the sidewalk with very little. One of the men was unable to speak, I'm not sure why. The other man I almost missed because he was sleeping behind a chain link fence with a lot of leaves and trash around him (see photo). His name was Mario. I took two pictures of him, but I guess I forgot to save the second one (which was a closer picture). However, I'm sure you get the idea of his condition. Both of these men are the other end of the spectrum from
Phil! Mario said his 'stuff' had been stolen. Luckily, I had put a jacket in the trunk that morning. I probably won't get too many requests for jackets in the next couple of months, but after Mario put the jacket on, he said he had been cold the night before.
On the way to skid row I drove so that I could see if Jerry (the guy with one eye who sits at 7th & Los Angeles St) was there. I didn't see him, but along the way on 7th I saw a young woman about 30 years old sitting on the sidewalk about a block or two from where Jerry sits. She was sitting on her back pack and was about as dirty and skinny as they come. I drove around the block again in hopes of getting a picture of her as I drove by, but didn't see her the second time around. I drove on down 7th and parked and walked back to where she had been. I took a couple cans of food in a bag to give to her. I never did see her again. This area is actually a retail section on 7th Ave, about two or three blocks from the skid row area. I ended up prayer-walking the area and when I got back to the car there was a parking ticket waiting for me. I got one a while back when my schedule changed and I started going on a Mondays again instead of a Sunday. The same streets where you can park on a Sunday are no parking zones on Mondays.--Great! The things you learn on the streets (literally on the streets in this case). Until next week. John
I drove around skid row for awhile after this, but couldn't find a place to park by the police station, so I left the area and headed towards the Jack in the Box by Alameda. A couple of blocks away from there I saw Alan (hadn't seen him in quite awhile). He was sitting on the sidewalk eating something and when I called out to him he immediately came over to the car. Remember Alan doesn't ever say a word. I knew that whatever he was eating he probably got out of a dumpster, so I have him a bag of food and told him to remember that I loved him. He gave me a faint smile as he turned to walk away. At the Jack in the Box I found John Stokes opening doors for people. I took a couple of pictures of him at the door. He told me, for once he didn't need anything (he was wearing the jeans and shirt I had given him last week). Then he said, "Hey, do you have any of that spagetti?" Along with the chunky beef soup I put in the bags I often give out some cans of beef ravioli.
By mistake, I often pick up cans of spagetti because they look just like the cans of ravioli. Apparently, John had gotten one and he loved it. I had six cans in the car and sure enough, one was actually a can of spagetti. It made his day.
The next encounter was a few blocks from the Jack in the Box with a man named Phil. I had met him last week, but I wasn't sure if it was the first time or not. Anyway, you never know what to expect from one of these encounters and this one was quite unique. Phil is 52 years old and has been homeless for the last 12 years (4 of them in the San Diego area). He is quite articulate. During the course of our 30 plus minute conversation he explained that he is actually content with his place in life. He really works at recycling every day and provides nicely for himself by doing it. He told me that for over a year he paid a $100 a month for a storage unit that was filled with stuff from the floor to the ceiling that he had collected. He had ipads, iphones, dvd's and dvd players. Eventually, it got to be too much of a hassle to travel (with his carts) to the storage unit so he let it go. He told me he had made $31 recycling so far this day and with no overhead he was doing OK. He also said something interesting. He said his health insurance was the exercise he gets pushing his carts around every day! He did look pretty good. In fact, when I came up to him he was sewing up some clothes! I don't think I've ever seen a homeless person doing that before. He then started asking me about how and why I came down there. Needless to say, we got to know each other pretty well by the time we parted. Although he definitely knows my trips downtown are of a spiritual nature, he didn't want me to pray for him. During our conversation he did refer to several verses in the bible so I know he has had some training in that regard in his past. I'll take my time with Phil. We'll see where it leads.
By now it was time to head to the skid row area. Along the way, I was able to help two men. Both were sleeping on the sidewalk with very little. One of the men was unable to speak, I'm not sure why. The other man I almost missed because he was sleeping behind a chain link fence with a lot of leaves and trash around him (see photo). His name was Mario. I took two pictures of him, but I guess I forgot to save the second one (which was a closer picture). However, I'm sure you get the idea of his condition. Both of these men are the other end of the spectrum from
Phil! Mario said his 'stuff' had been stolen. Luckily, I had put a jacket in the trunk that morning. I probably won't get too many requests for jackets in the next couple of months, but after Mario put the jacket on, he said he had been cold the night before.
On the way to skid row I drove so that I could see if Jerry (the guy with one eye who sits at 7th & Los Angeles St) was there. I didn't see him, but along the way on 7th I saw a young woman about 30 years old sitting on the sidewalk about a block or two from where Jerry sits. She was sitting on her back pack and was about as dirty and skinny as they come. I drove around the block again in hopes of getting a picture of her as I drove by, but didn't see her the second time around. I drove on down 7th and parked and walked back to where she had been. I took a couple cans of food in a bag to give to her. I never did see her again. This area is actually a retail section on 7th Ave, about two or three blocks from the skid row area. I ended up prayer-walking the area and when I got back to the car there was a parking ticket waiting for me. I got one a while back when my schedule changed and I started going on a Mondays again instead of a Sunday. The same streets where you can park on a Sunday are no parking zones on Mondays.--Great! The things you learn on the streets (literally on the streets in this case). Until next week. John
Monday, June 20, 2011
Downtown 6/20/2011-The last day of Spring
"Without asking God for love, we cannot possess love and still less are we able to give it to others."
Another simple, yet profound quote from a collection of quotes from Mother Teresa in a book titled, Everything Starts with Prayer. I was given this remarkable little book yesterday as a Father's Day present. About six years ago I had the opportunity to go on a short-term missions trip. When I returned everything was somehow different. I saw things through different eyes. My heart had changed. I began to ask God where I was to "aim" this great experience I had been given. I started praying for Him to give me a 'heart for the lost'. A few months later I was given a video on prayer-walking which I not only watched 3 times, I also took notes. I decided it was something I could do. For some reason, I now also had an insatiable desire to read books about missionaries. Missionaries from the past, missionaries in this day, missionaries to primitive cultures, our culture, distant cultures, it didn't matter where or when, I simply couldn't get enough of them to read. I started to notice they all had something in common. Their mission work was dependent upon God and prayer. I kept on praying to receive this heart for the lost. I remember one morning in early January shortly after I had began regularly prayer-walking in the area near our church. My father-in-law was suffering through the final stages of cancer. On my nights off from working I would sit with him. This particular morning while prayer-walking I was struck with the idea of how many others in the homes that I was walking by were going through a similar experience. I started to feel very uneasy about it because I knew there had to be others going through the same thing. Then it suddenly struck me, "Well, what about people going through divorce? How about financial problems or relationships with the kids or kids with their parents?" I started to get in a real panic about the many problems that each of these homes might represent. Could it be 30% or 50% of the homes I was prayer-walking by were in some sort of crisis? It might even be more than that! How was I going to reach into each of these homes?"
You begin to see how the line above from Mother Teresa caught my attention! Not only that line, "Without asking God for love (that heart for the lost I was looking for), we cannot possess it or be able to give it to others.", but also the title of the book, "Everything starts with prayer". If you want to see changes in your life or changes in your heart, start praying about it. So today, this morning, as I took off for downtown, it was with this heightened sense of heart for others and a desire to just give out God's love and care for the people I was to meet. I really can't describe how eager and expectant I was to get started. As I approached downtown I felt led to get off at Santa Fe Ave. It's an exit I rarely get off at. When you take this exit, you have two options, either Mateo St or Santa Fe. For some reason I chose the Mateo exit. As soon as I chose that direction, I saw a homeless man about halfway down the ramp from the stop sign. As I pulled up in the line of cars and trucks, the line stopped where I was right next to this guy (and he was on the driver side too), his name was Doug. This started a day where every single encounter was met with probably the most appreciative responses I've ever received in one visit. The next guy I met was Doug, from St Louis. I had given him some food, but when I asked if he needed some water, you would have thought he just won the lottery. I'm going to have to get used to the fact that now that it's summer, water is going to be more needed than ever. The last guy I met before I came home was a man named Phil. I guess I've met him before, but I didn't really recognize him. Apparently, he has declined my help before because he said, "I'm not turning down your help today." He was escpecially needful today. What a blessing to have been able to be there for these people today. --Until next week. John
P.S. Sorry about the "I-itis" in the first paragraph. I didn't know how else to explain my identification with the passage and the book. It is a remarkable little book. So many of the homeless people I meet are simply lonely in addition to their poverty. They long for someone to just listen to them. I'll end with another short quote from this book:
"I remember some time ago I visited a very wonderful home for old people. There were about forty there and they had everything, but they were all looking towards the door. There was not a smile on their faces, and I asked the sister in charge of them, 'Sister, why are these people not smiling? Why are they looking towards the door?' And she, very beautifully, had to answer and give the truth: 'It's the same every day. They are longing for someone to come and visit them.' This is great poverty!"
---Mother Teresa, "Everything starts with Prayer
Another simple, yet profound quote from a collection of quotes from Mother Teresa in a book titled, Everything Starts with Prayer. I was given this remarkable little book yesterday as a Father's Day present. About six years ago I had the opportunity to go on a short-term missions trip. When I returned everything was somehow different. I saw things through different eyes. My heart had changed. I began to ask God where I was to "aim" this great experience I had been given. I started praying for Him to give me a 'heart for the lost'. A few months later I was given a video on prayer-walking which I not only watched 3 times, I also took notes. I decided it was something I could do. For some reason, I now also had an insatiable desire to read books about missionaries. Missionaries from the past, missionaries in this day, missionaries to primitive cultures, our culture, distant cultures, it didn't matter where or when, I simply couldn't get enough of them to read. I started to notice they all had something in common. Their mission work was dependent upon God and prayer. I kept on praying to receive this heart for the lost. I remember one morning in early January shortly after I had began regularly prayer-walking in the area near our church. My father-in-law was suffering through the final stages of cancer. On my nights off from working I would sit with him. This particular morning while prayer-walking I was struck with the idea of how many others in the homes that I was walking by were going through a similar experience. I started to feel very uneasy about it because I knew there had to be others going through the same thing. Then it suddenly struck me, "Well, what about people going through divorce? How about financial problems or relationships with the kids or kids with their parents?" I started to get in a real panic about the many problems that each of these homes might represent. Could it be 30% or 50% of the homes I was prayer-walking by were in some sort of crisis? It might even be more than that! How was I going to reach into each of these homes?"
You begin to see how the line above from Mother Teresa caught my attention! Not only that line, "Without asking God for love (that heart for the lost I was looking for), we cannot possess it or be able to give it to others.", but also the title of the book, "Everything starts with prayer". If you want to see changes in your life or changes in your heart, start praying about it. So today, this morning, as I took off for downtown, it was with this heightened sense of heart for others and a desire to just give out God's love and care for the people I was to meet. I really can't describe how eager and expectant I was to get started. As I approached downtown I felt led to get off at Santa Fe Ave. It's an exit I rarely get off at. When you take this exit, you have two options, either Mateo St or Santa Fe. For some reason I chose the Mateo exit. As soon as I chose that direction, I saw a homeless man about halfway down the ramp from the stop sign. As I pulled up in the line of cars and trucks, the line stopped where I was right next to this guy (and he was on the driver side too), his name was Doug. This started a day where every single encounter was met with probably the most appreciative responses I've ever received in one visit. The next guy I met was Doug, from St Louis. I had given him some food, but when I asked if he needed some water, you would have thought he just won the lottery. I'm going to have to get used to the fact that now that it's summer, water is going to be more needed than ever. The last guy I met before I came home was a man named Phil. I guess I've met him before, but I didn't really recognize him. Apparently, he has declined my help before because he said, "I'm not turning down your help today." He was escpecially needful today. What a blessing to have been able to be there for these people today. --Until next week. John
P.S. Sorry about the "I-itis" in the first paragraph. I didn't know how else to explain my identification with the passage and the book. It is a remarkable little book. So many of the homeless people I meet are simply lonely in addition to their poverty. They long for someone to just listen to them. I'll end with another short quote from this book:
"I remember some time ago I visited a very wonderful home for old people. There were about forty there and they had everything, but they were all looking towards the door. There was not a smile on their faces, and I asked the sister in charge of them, 'Sister, why are these people not smiling? Why are they looking towards the door?' And she, very beautifully, had to answer and give the truth: 'It's the same every day. They are longing for someone to come and visit them.' This is great poverty!"
---Mother Teresa, "Everything starts with Prayer
Monday, June 13, 2011
Downtown 6/12/2011
Yesterday morning at church we had communion. When the pastor came to the point where he says the line, "Do this as often as you drink it in remembrance of me" I once again was left wondering, "How often?" I've thought about this verse many times before and I seem to get tangled up in the idea of doing something so often that it becomes such a ritual and then the real meaning in doing it is lost versus simply obeying the words of Jesus. Communion is a time to reflect on the sacrifice of Jesus for our sins and reflection on our lives and how desperately we need His sacrifice and mercy. As I get older, I may not actually do as many sinful things as I did when I was younger, but my thought-life, attitudes towards others and judgments of others is still a daily battle. The need for communion and continual cleansing never goes away. I thought about these things as I left church for downtown....
I have to admit I haven't been feeling too well lately. Life has been very busy the last six or seven months, I've been out of my meds for a few days and I'm a little apprehensive about some upcoming things. So when I arrived downtown (it was 1 pm) I parked in the parking lot at the Jack in the Box and just rested for about twenty minutes or so. I wasn't exactly refreshed, but I figured it was time to get going and I drove over a couple of blocks to see if Willie or Tara Lee had returned to one of the two alleys they used to stay in. However, no one was there. A few more blocks over is where Will lives so I drove over there next. In an adjacent alley from Will is where I found Willie. I haven't seen Willie in about two months at least. I heard that Tara Lee had been arrested awhile back and perhaps that was why I hadn't seen him (I heard about it from Will). Willie told me that Tara had been arrested on an old outstanding warrant (I don't know what it was for), but that he (Tara) was out and around just not in this section of town any more. There was another man by the name of John who was staying in the same alley. I was able to help both men with some supplies. While we were talking a young woman walked through the alley. Her name was Nicole and she needed help too. She told me she was looking to get to San Bernardino because that county's 'resources' were better. She wasn't specific about which resources she needed. As we looked through the trunk for any clothes she might need I came across a hooded sweater, but noticed she had on a pretty nice jacket already. She then told me the jacket was borrowed and she really could use the sweater. I didn't have any pants that fit her (pants were a big item of need Sunday) but she did need some socks. Before leaving I prayed with them. Before driving down that alley I had seen a man in a wheelchair on the street (14th) in front of the alley. In fact, the reason I had turned down the alley to begin with was because I wanted to get back to get to him. I asked Willie what his name was because I was pretty sure he was one of the three men I saw on a corner nearby last week. I cruised over to where he was and sure enough he was the same guy. Willie had told me his name was Revon. I talked with Revon for awhile, remember last week he was looking through a porn magazine the whole time I talked with one of the other men he was with. While Revon and I were talking Sunday I noticed a woman standing on a corner about a half a block away. She was a tall woman and stood out with the big blonde wig she had on. Remember this is an industrial area and on the weekends, and particulary Sundays, the only people around there are homeless people. As this woman came up the other side of the street from where we were Revon called out to her and said, "Hey, this man's got some food if you want some." She came across the street to us, but wasn't interested in anything that I had to give out. Now I had never gotten out of my car while I talked with Revon so we were eye level to eye level the whole time and I really didn't look too closely at the her (she came up behind me in the car). After she left I asked Revon what her name was in case I saw her again in the area. He told me, "That's not a her." He never did tell me his name, but I've probably seen 'her' before, just not in his 'working clothes'. Revon was interested in anything he could get from me. He even asked for a couple of dollars so he could watch the basketball game later. As I drove away I felt a little used by him, but then I thought back to the line in the communion service, "Do this as often as you drink it in remembrance of me." Just what was I supposed to take from this encounter? I could tell that a lesson was starting to develop here.
I ended up driving around the 4th St bridge after that. As I drove under the bridge and on to Mission Rd I saw Michael Wayne. I hadn't seen him since last November. At that time he was about to leave to go to Portland for some Veterans Administration program. Well, he's had to come back here to take care of some legal and paperwork issues and will probably head back up there soon. One of his brothers had died recently and it was obvious he was dealing with the grief of it and our human mortality. He talked alot about his relationship intanglements and what I thought he ought to do. He was on the verge of tears several times in our conversation. We prayed about his situation and I told him I'd be back to see him. We had gone through the clothes in the trunk and he ended up with a whole new 'outfit' and was pretty happy about it.
At this point I just had to go by Lincoln Park to see if any of my friends were over there. No one I knew was at the Park but as I drove down North Main I did see Isavela (the woman in the wheelchair from a couple of months back). She was in the exact same spot as before in her wheelchair. One of the Cuban's who lives in the larger tent behind her small one was sitting with her. I asked where her husband, Javier, was but she said she didn't know, and he hadn't been around for awhile. I told her I had come by for 3 or 4 weeks in a row to check on her. She said she had heard that I did but she works and isn't always there. We don't communicate well enough for me to ask where she works and I don't understand the Cubans too well either so I didn't ask too many probing questions about her situation. The last time, when Javier was there, he spoke English well enough that we could easily understand each other. I asked if maybe Javier was working somewhere, but she didn't know. Once again, it was heartbreaking to leave her, especially not knowing what her situation really was. The Cuban man had several bottles of some kind of alcohol in a grocery bag on the ground next to him and seemed to have the 'glow' of someone who had been drinking. When I gave Isavela a hug and prayed with her she didn't smell as if she had been drinking at all. I told her I'd check in on her again, but that I'd probably be coming by on Mondays in the future (my schedule is changing in a week).
Since I was close to skid row at this point, I went prayer walking there and then over to Cloud Nine Alley. For some reason, the sameness of the activities there on skid row stuck out more than usual. The thing about skid row that is so striking to me each time I go there is the lack of motivation by the inhabitants there to try to change or improve their situation. Their mind set is to exist from day to day the same way as before, by presuming on the goodness of others (i.e. the missions and government relief programs). Then the verse from the morning came back again, "Do this as often as you drink it in remembrance of me." Something was starting to get through to me. The observations and feelings of this trip downtown were starting to connect with this verse. We approach God, (pray, take communion-however often) with the same mindset as these folks approach the relief organizations. We ask for stuff, 'relief' from our problems, and guilt the same way they look for their next meal or hand-out. We are no different. "Do this as often"... I remember several years ago I was in a novelty shop in Nepal. It is a Hindu country, but both of the men who ran the store were Muslim. When they found out I was a Christian they started asking me questions about the faith. One of the questions they asked I'll never forget. "How many times does one have to forgive another?" Anyone familiar with the New Testament will remember Peter asking Jesus this same question and if seven times was suffient enough to forgive another. Jesus replied, "Seven times seventy." In other words, don't stop forgiving, because God the Father doesn't stop forgiving. I think being merciful could be added also. I pray that the relief organizations will continue to provide for these folks too. I pray that my heart will always be soft towards these people because that's the way God's is. I had written some things down on paper from the morning's church service. A couple of them were lines from songs we sang and a couple others were from the message. As I look back on what I had written down, it almost seems as though this lesson had been planned out by God in advance of the day. The four things I had written down were; 1) May my heart be not of stone, 2) Jesus came to rescue us (all of us), 3) Let go of (fill in the blank) and 4) Redemption Hill, referring to the place of Jesus' crucifixion. Each one of these phrases I had written down as terrific ideas to tell someone downtown in the course of a conversation sometime. I guess they were God's message to me first. --Until next week. John
I have to admit I haven't been feeling too well lately. Life has been very busy the last six or seven months, I've been out of my meds for a few days and I'm a little apprehensive about some upcoming things. So when I arrived downtown (it was 1 pm) I parked in the parking lot at the Jack in the Box and just rested for about twenty minutes or so. I wasn't exactly refreshed, but I figured it was time to get going and I drove over a couple of blocks to see if Willie or Tara Lee had returned to one of the two alleys they used to stay in. However, no one was there. A few more blocks over is where Will lives so I drove over there next. In an adjacent alley from Will is where I found Willie. I haven't seen Willie in about two months at least. I heard that Tara Lee had been arrested awhile back and perhaps that was why I hadn't seen him (I heard about it from Will). Willie told me that Tara had been arrested on an old outstanding warrant (I don't know what it was for), but that he (Tara) was out and around just not in this section of town any more. There was another man by the name of John who was staying in the same alley. I was able to help both men with some supplies. While we were talking a young woman walked through the alley. Her name was Nicole and she needed help too. She told me she was looking to get to San Bernardino because that county's 'resources' were better. She wasn't specific about which resources she needed. As we looked through the trunk for any clothes she might need I came across a hooded sweater, but noticed she had on a pretty nice jacket already. She then told me the jacket was borrowed and she really could use the sweater. I didn't have any pants that fit her (pants were a big item of need Sunday) but she did need some socks. Before leaving I prayed with them. Before driving down that alley I had seen a man in a wheelchair on the street (14th) in front of the alley. In fact, the reason I had turned down the alley to begin with was because I wanted to get back to get to him. I asked Willie what his name was because I was pretty sure he was one of the three men I saw on a corner nearby last week. I cruised over to where he was and sure enough he was the same guy. Willie had told me his name was Revon. I talked with Revon for awhile, remember last week he was looking through a porn magazine the whole time I talked with one of the other men he was with. While Revon and I were talking Sunday I noticed a woman standing on a corner about a half a block away. She was a tall woman and stood out with the big blonde wig she had on. Remember this is an industrial area and on the weekends, and particulary Sundays, the only people around there are homeless people. As this woman came up the other side of the street from where we were Revon called out to her and said, "Hey, this man's got some food if you want some." She came across the street to us, but wasn't interested in anything that I had to give out. Now I had never gotten out of my car while I talked with Revon so we were eye level to eye level the whole time and I really didn't look too closely at the her (she came up behind me in the car). After she left I asked Revon what her name was in case I saw her again in the area. He told me, "That's not a her." He never did tell me his name, but I've probably seen 'her' before, just not in his 'working clothes'. Revon was interested in anything he could get from me. He even asked for a couple of dollars so he could watch the basketball game later. As I drove away I felt a little used by him, but then I thought back to the line in the communion service, "Do this as often as you drink it in remembrance of me." Just what was I supposed to take from this encounter? I could tell that a lesson was starting to develop here.
I ended up driving around the 4th St bridge after that. As I drove under the bridge and on to Mission Rd I saw Michael Wayne. I hadn't seen him since last November. At that time he was about to leave to go to Portland for some Veterans Administration program. Well, he's had to come back here to take care of some legal and paperwork issues and will probably head back up there soon. One of his brothers had died recently and it was obvious he was dealing with the grief of it and our human mortality. He talked alot about his relationship intanglements and what I thought he ought to do. He was on the verge of tears several times in our conversation. We prayed about his situation and I told him I'd be back to see him. We had gone through the clothes in the trunk and he ended up with a whole new 'outfit' and was pretty happy about it.
At this point I just had to go by Lincoln Park to see if any of my friends were over there. No one I knew was at the Park but as I drove down North Main I did see Isavela (the woman in the wheelchair from a couple of months back). She was in the exact same spot as before in her wheelchair. One of the Cuban's who lives in the larger tent behind her small one was sitting with her. I asked where her husband, Javier, was but she said she didn't know, and he hadn't been around for awhile. I told her I had come by for 3 or 4 weeks in a row to check on her. She said she had heard that I did but she works and isn't always there. We don't communicate well enough for me to ask where she works and I don't understand the Cubans too well either so I didn't ask too many probing questions about her situation. The last time, when Javier was there, he spoke English well enough that we could easily understand each other. I asked if maybe Javier was working somewhere, but she didn't know. Once again, it was heartbreaking to leave her, especially not knowing what her situation really was. The Cuban man had several bottles of some kind of alcohol in a grocery bag on the ground next to him and seemed to have the 'glow' of someone who had been drinking. When I gave Isavela a hug and prayed with her she didn't smell as if she had been drinking at all. I told her I'd check in on her again, but that I'd probably be coming by on Mondays in the future (my schedule is changing in a week).
Since I was close to skid row at this point, I went prayer walking there and then over to Cloud Nine Alley. For some reason, the sameness of the activities there on skid row stuck out more than usual. The thing about skid row that is so striking to me each time I go there is the lack of motivation by the inhabitants there to try to change or improve their situation. Their mind set is to exist from day to day the same way as before, by presuming on the goodness of others (i.e. the missions and government relief programs). Then the verse from the morning came back again, "Do this as often as you drink it in remembrance of me." Something was starting to get through to me. The observations and feelings of this trip downtown were starting to connect with this verse. We approach God, (pray, take communion-however often) with the same mindset as these folks approach the relief organizations. We ask for stuff, 'relief' from our problems, and guilt the same way they look for their next meal or hand-out. We are no different. "Do this as often"... I remember several years ago I was in a novelty shop in Nepal. It is a Hindu country, but both of the men who ran the store were Muslim. When they found out I was a Christian they started asking me questions about the faith. One of the questions they asked I'll never forget. "How many times does one have to forgive another?" Anyone familiar with the New Testament will remember Peter asking Jesus this same question and if seven times was suffient enough to forgive another. Jesus replied, "Seven times seventy." In other words, don't stop forgiving, because God the Father doesn't stop forgiving. I think being merciful could be added also. I pray that the relief organizations will continue to provide for these folks too. I pray that my heart will always be soft towards these people because that's the way God's is. I had written some things down on paper from the morning's church service. A couple of them were lines from songs we sang and a couple others were from the message. As I look back on what I had written down, it almost seems as though this lesson had been planned out by God in advance of the day. The four things I had written down were; 1) May my heart be not of stone, 2) Jesus came to rescue us (all of us), 3) Let go of (fill in the blank) and 4) Redemption Hill, referring to the place of Jesus' crucifixion. Each one of these phrases I had written down as terrific ideas to tell someone downtown in the course of a conversation sometime. I guess they were God's message to me first. --Until next week. John
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Downtown 6/6/2011
Although I made a trip downtown last week, I was unable to do a write-up about it. There were two or three encounters that are worth mentioning from that week. The first one was with a woman by the name of Jackie. She was near the Lincoln Park area. She was sitting on a milk crate and looked like she was sleeping, it was about 9 a.m. in the morning. I thought she might be Ricky whom I've helped several times before in this area. She was wearing a heavy army green coat with a knit hat on. When I first walked up and asked how she was doing she answered in a way I'll never forget. She looked up at me and in a voice barely above a whisper said, "I'm tired and hungry." There is something about a response from a homeless and desperate person who's only request is for the essentials of existance. I was glad to be there at just the right time. After a few more questions about her needs I was able to give her water and probably the number one request after food and water....socks! Luckily, I had some pants that fit her and gave her a couple of shirts too. She knew Ricky and told me that he usually hangs out around Johnson St. which is useful information. After praying with her and receiving several thank you's, I received the most precious thing, a radiant smile. Despite her lack of front teeth, it was a beautiful smile and worth the trip all by itself. It was a privilege to bring this woman happiness if only for a day.
Around the corner from Jackie and on North Main St. there was a homeless man standing in the shade of a tree in a parking lot. His shopping cart was next to him. When I approached him with a bag of food in my hand I asked how he was doing. His response to this question (his name was Kenny) was the memorable thing about this man. He said, "Just short of wonderful." The obvious perfect sarcastic answer to this question. Just in case you're wondering....he took the bag of food.
One last encounter from last week ocurred on the corner of 14th Pl. and Towne Ave. There were three homeless men sitting together. One was in a wheel chair with a 'boot' on his foot. The other two men were sitting on a short brick retaining wall. As I drove by (I usually don't deal with groups of people that I don't recognize) I heard one of them call out to me. Now when I drove by initially I noticed two of the men, the one in the wheel chair and the one sitting on the brick wall next to him, looking at some magazines. They appeared to be hard core sex magazines. It was the other man who had called out to me. I felt the Spirit leading me to go back to these men. When I had turned around and pulled up along the curb next to them, it was this 'other' man who had recognized me. He came over to the car and we talked for 5 or 10 minutes. I gave them a couple bags of food and we talked about how things were going. While we were talking the other two men didn't say anything to me and continued to 'read' their magazines. Now these magazines have sex pictures on the front and back of the magazine, so as they held them up to read, they were in full view to me. So while I was talking to the one I knew, I kept trying to think of something to say to the other two men. I didn't want to sound condemning, but wanted them to know God cared about them. So I borrowed part of a line I used a couple of weeks ago with Jerry, down on 7th and Los Angeles St. I said to them, "I know you're feeding your loins, but don't forget to feed your soul." With that, I said goodbye and drove off.
Well, that was last week. To be brief about this week, during the time I spent on skid row I ended up giving out 3 bags of food (something I hadn't done before
down there). Two of the bags went to people, on opposite sides of the street, by the police station. The first one went to Stacy who was sleeping under a blanket on the porch of the police station and William who was under a blanket directly across the street. In fact, the blankets were probably acquired from the same place (mission) because they were identical. There was another woman who received a bag. She was on Wall St. I had stopped to watch a
city crew cleaning up the trash on the south side of Wall St from skid row. There was a bulldozer where around a dozen people swept the trash into the 'bucket" and then a truck was there for the bulldozer to dump it into. I commented to another
woman standing on the corner with me that I hadn't seen this down here before. She told me, "I haven't seen them do it in years. They used to do it everyday!"
The third person who received a bag was a woman by the name of Venus. She seemed troubled and distrustful of me. When I asked if she could use some food (I didn't have any with me at the time), she blurted out, "Can you buy me some food at the Food Mart?" I said, "I have a bag of food in my car and I'll come by here and give it to you after I walk around this block." I think she was pretty surprised when I came by about twenty minutes later and gave her the bag. In driving around a couple of blocks so I could pull up right next to her, I saw the old man with the
basket cart on the corner in the picture. He just looked so destitute and looked like the epitome of despair. Yes, God loves these people too. Until next week. --John
Around the corner from Jackie and on North Main St. there was a homeless man standing in the shade of a tree in a parking lot. His shopping cart was next to him. When I approached him with a bag of food in my hand I asked how he was doing. His response to this question (his name was Kenny) was the memorable thing about this man. He said, "Just short of wonderful." The obvious perfect sarcastic answer to this question. Just in case you're wondering....he took the bag of food.
One last encounter from last week ocurred on the corner of 14th Pl. and Towne Ave. There were three homeless men sitting together. One was in a wheel chair with a 'boot' on his foot. The other two men were sitting on a short brick retaining wall. As I drove by (I usually don't deal with groups of people that I don't recognize) I heard one of them call out to me. Now when I drove by initially I noticed two of the men, the one in the wheel chair and the one sitting on the brick wall next to him, looking at some magazines. They appeared to be hard core sex magazines. It was the other man who had called out to me. I felt the Spirit leading me to go back to these men. When I had turned around and pulled up along the curb next to them, it was this 'other' man who had recognized me. He came over to the car and we talked for 5 or 10 minutes. I gave them a couple bags of food and we talked about how things were going. While we were talking the other two men didn't say anything to me and continued to 'read' their magazines. Now these magazines have sex pictures on the front and back of the magazine, so as they held them up to read, they were in full view to me. So while I was talking to the one I knew, I kept trying to think of something to say to the other two men. I didn't want to sound condemning, but wanted them to know God cared about them. So I borrowed part of a line I used a couple of weeks ago with Jerry, down on 7th and Los Angeles St. I said to them, "I know you're feeding your loins, but don't forget to feed your soul." With that, I said goodbye and drove off.
Well, that was last week. To be brief about this week, during the time I spent on skid row I ended up giving out 3 bags of food (something I hadn't done before
down there). Two of the bags went to people, on opposite sides of the street, by the police station. The first one went to Stacy who was sleeping under a blanket on the porch of the police station and William who was under a blanket directly across the street. In fact, the blankets were probably acquired from the same place (mission) because they were identical. There was another woman who received a bag. She was on Wall St. I had stopped to watch a
city crew cleaning up the trash on the south side of Wall St from skid row. There was a bulldozer where around a dozen people swept the trash into the 'bucket" and then a truck was there for the bulldozer to dump it into. I commented to another
woman standing on the corner with me that I hadn't seen this down here before. She told me, "I haven't seen them do it in years. They used to do it everyday!"
The third person who received a bag was a woman by the name of Venus. She seemed troubled and distrustful of me. When I asked if she could use some food (I didn't have any with me at the time), she blurted out, "Can you buy me some food at the Food Mart?" I said, "I have a bag of food in my car and I'll come by here and give it to you after I walk around this block." I think she was pretty surprised when I came by about twenty minutes later and gave her the bag. In driving around a couple of blocks so I could pull up right next to her, I saw the old man with the
basket cart on the corner in the picture. He just looked so destitute and looked like the epitome of despair. Yes, God loves these people too. Until next week. --John
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