Over the last couple of weeks the Lord has created a stirring in Reed and I's heart to serve...to get our hands dirty and to minister to people who are broken.
We are truly blessed because our church provides many different types of outreach opportunities. Finally, we settled on serving at a Homeless shelter in downtown Dallas. We go on Friday nights from 6:30 until usually 10.
It has been a mind-blowing experience and truly a blessing.
I've been very hesitant to share this because serving people is new for me. I mean, I went to soup kitchens etc., but this ministry is truly focused around KNOWING people and helping them with biblical truths to deal with whatever is going on in their lives. We spend 1-2 hours just visiting with people, hearing how things are going and then about another hour and a half helping with the life skills class that is taught by the minister at Our Calling, the organization we serve with. PLEASE go check out this website...they really have an amazing ministering going on here. The main reason I said I was hesitant is because of this verse:
1"Beware of practicing your righteousness before men to be noticed by them; otherwise you have no reward with your Father who is in heaven.
2"So when you give to the poor, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be honored by men Truly I say to you, they have their reward in full.
3"But when you give to the poor, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing,
4so that your giving will be in secret; and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.
Matthew 6:1-2
I know that this is heart thing Jesus is talking about and I'm sure this isn't saying, "hey, don't ever talk about how God is moving in the hearts of the homeless", but rather, "hey, don't talk about this if you're just trying to make yourself look good."
SO I held off from sharing. But honestly, I can't help but share the wonderful stories we have been a part of over the past two weeks (we have gone the past two Fridays).
I don't know if I will get to all the stories, but overall, one thing I have been seeing is how judgemental we are towards the homeless. Reed asked our community group from church to pray for our friends at the bridge that had asked for prayer. Not 5 minutes after we told them what we'd experienced, someone cracked a joke about someone who loses a job can just go to the Bridge.
It saddened us. The bridge isn't a place you want to go...it's not a good second option. Their lives are controlled by their addictions, their fear of sleeping because the person on the next mat might steal your stuff, fear of getting kicked out because of all the rules set up by the bridge (a city run organization)...it's just sad because those of us on the north side of Dallas (and most other parts for that matter) have NO clue how to have grace with people. We scoff and think, "oh they CHOSE that life, they could get a job".
Well, I've discovered things aren't that easy. Some people are crippled by addictions, by health issues and by depression. Sure, they make choices everyday, but we spend time with people who are at the bottom of the gutter in life and they can't seem to find a way out. It is heart wrenching to talk about the abuses that they have gone through in their lives and how they just want to get over that.
There were stories shared recently about what the scariest thing you've ever seen was. Some people said a scary movie or a car accident. Then one lady shared one of the most intense/scariest thing I've heard: when she was little she watched her parents beat to death her 2 year old sister for crying too much. Then they started beating her with a shovel until she buried her in the backyard....
This isn't a movie. This is a real person.
The one thing I've learned is that we all have our demons, we all have quirks and sins in our lives...we truly are no different than these people that we see lying in the dirt. They just get their dirtiness exposed to the world. It's made me rethink the way I look at these people that GOD created.
I'm just as dirty and just as in need of my Savior every day.
There is hope at the bridge. It's not just this place of sad, sad stories. It is also a place of immense faith. I'm humbled by the walks of the men and woman that are there. Not everyone is a believer, but there are some truly extrodinary men and woman of God. All I can say is that it is humbling me so much.
Okay, I'm going to take a break and leave this story here for now...Next time I write about the bridge, I really want to tell you about my friends Big J and Old L (sorry for the names, but I want to respect their privacy and keep them somewhat anonymous).
