I spent the last 4-5 days at Greg's aunty's house. I slept over 3 days. It was a little cramped with 10 people in the house. I shared a bed with greg with josh and joseph also in this tiny room. Surprisingly we were able to cope with only one bathroom. It was nice gettin to share some of our struggles with each other, and to take some time to jus chill. Kris and Melissa are moving to Missouri soon, so I guess we all just wanted to spend as much time together as we could. It kinda felt like another short spring break. It was nice joking around, eating tons of awesome food, playing video games, seeing ironman, eating crepes and going on road trips. I jus wish we worked out more instead of being lazy. I was also really encouraged to see their family pray with each other every night. I think we Christians have somehow lost the value of praying with each other.
I talked to greg's aunty for a while. And I got really convicted. I gained a lot of realizations this week. I feel like God is communicating to me through different people. She told me that when I feel alone, isolated, defeated, discouraged and depressed, that I need to rekindle a joy in God. A desire for Him. And this bright joy comes from knowing our identity in Him. It means going back to the center of the Gospel and the power of God's love/grace. I realized that i've been so distant to God because I haven't been prioritizing spending time with God. Go figure. God's presence seems to have withdrawn a little, so it requires me to seek Him in a deeper faith. I realized that quality time with God really comes out from spending quantity time with God. I've been tryin to be relationally intentional with people, but i realized that I also need to be intentional with my relationship with God.
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Sunday, May 5, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Jack in the Box
Just got back from a friends house. The four of us got to share our current struggles and relational problems. It was nice to actually pray with each other spontaneously. We were having such a good conversation but I really had to pee. I hate when your in scenarios where you feel like you don't wanna miss anything, and there's also never a good opportunity to get up and use the bathroom.
On my way home around midnight, I stopped at a jack in a box drive thru where a guy in his young twenties came up and asked if i could help him buy some food. I got him a chicken sandwich and a drink. He mentioned that his mom called the cops on him and kicked him out. He said he's been living on the streets for 2 weeks and jus looking for a job. Even though I tend to be a skeptical and cautious around homeless people, this guy seemed authentic. Maybe it's because he asked for food instead of money. Or maybe it was something in his eyes that just screamed for some sort of help.
I asked him if he had any other family or friends he could ask for help. He said no. I asked if he checked any homeless shelters. He said they were too crowded with people. It sounded like he really didn't know what to do. I suggested that he could go ask some churches around the area for help tomorrow since their usually willing to help. I asked for his name and he said Martez or something. I asked if he had a cell phone for some reason. but he didnt. I left him sayin that all he could really do is keep praying and that I hoped everything would work out. I drove home really worryin about the guy. I knew I couldn't put myself at risk by offering him a ride or finding him a place to stay. But a part of me really wanted to just drop everything and make sure this guy would be alright. But i didn't. I jus cleaned my car and couldn't find anything else to give him.
It really bothered me that here I was driving home to take a warm shower and to jump into a warm bed, while he would be out sleeping on the streets. It made me feel sick that I buy so many unnecessary things when he was just grateful for a $2 meal. I just wish i knew what to do or what I could've done.
On my way home around midnight, I stopped at a jack in a box drive thru where a guy in his young twenties came up and asked if i could help him buy some food. I got him a chicken sandwich and a drink. He mentioned that his mom called the cops on him and kicked him out. He said he's been living on the streets for 2 weeks and jus looking for a job. Even though I tend to be a skeptical and cautious around homeless people, this guy seemed authentic. Maybe it's because he asked for food instead of money. Or maybe it was something in his eyes that just screamed for some sort of help.
I asked him if he had any other family or friends he could ask for help. He said no. I asked if he checked any homeless shelters. He said they were too crowded with people. It sounded like he really didn't know what to do. I suggested that he could go ask some churches around the area for help tomorrow since their usually willing to help. I asked for his name and he said Martez or something. I asked if he had a cell phone for some reason. but he didnt. I left him sayin that all he could really do is keep praying and that I hoped everything would work out. I drove home really worryin about the guy. I knew I couldn't put myself at risk by offering him a ride or finding him a place to stay. But a part of me really wanted to just drop everything and make sure this guy would be alright. But i didn't. I jus cleaned my car and couldn't find anything else to give him.
It really bothered me that here I was driving home to take a warm shower and to jump into a warm bed, while he would be out sleeping on the streets. It made me feel sick that I buy so many unnecessary things when he was just grateful for a $2 meal. I just wish i knew what to do or what I could've done.
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