My heart is heavy right now. I worry about people I have met on the streets: people without jobs, homes, money, food, or family. I watch men clamor to find a broken milk-crate to rest on, just so they won't have to sit on the hard concrete while they wait in the heat for their next meal to be served. I watch Richard, the same age as my parents, stumbling to find a shady spot in line. His belt is twisted, shoes worn, clothes stained, teeth missing, and his body shakes violently as if he is being overtaken by something. My heart breaks as I try to make out his words, telling me that he lives with his dad. His dad drops him off and leaves him for the day. I cry because Richard cannot take care of himself, and either his father cannot or does not care for him either. I remember Kevin trying to piece his life back together after a prison sentence and a losing battle with dope. My heart is pained for Pat who needs a job, but needs Jesus more than that. I pray for John who cried and spoke of his alcohol addiction and his daily battle with temptation.
But, in all of this suffering, I REJOICE!!! I rejoice because I have seen the stars shine in this "crooked and depraved generation". I am not the only one who knows the stories of these men. They are no longer just a statistic: they along with many others are known and loved by all of the members of our summer small group. Our friends know their faces, their names, and most importantly their stories. Gary and I agree that we are not worthy of the miracles that we witnessed over the last 6 weeks. We saw men give their lives to Christ, we saw confessions and testimonies given when they were needed most, we saw our friends opening their hearts and wallets to supply 220 meals! We saw God provide in ways that many people don't believe. More than all of that, though, we saw what happens when you REALLY open yourself up and let God use you. When you are obedient to the LORD and the promptings of the Holy Spirit and take His words as truth, miracles are around every corner.