THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL
So we do a outdoor worship/ outreach/ bible study/ discussion every week downtown in the evening. It’s been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life to meet with friends and just talk about our walk with God. We have random people show up to the group every week. I’ve got the chance to meet quite a few people from the homeless community and it’s been an adventure. My mindset going into this whole thing was that it was “good for me to be there for the homeless” but has since changed as I realize that they are sort of there for me. I’ve learned from and been challenged by them in amazing ways.
I got in an argument with this one guy a few weeks back and it was weird because by having the argument and talking to him like any other person, his homeless label fell from my view. I didn’t have to look at him through a “homeless lens”. He was just a human being who was being really immature and abrasive and I liked the dude anyway. After the fight we all ate fried chicken. It was cool.
Tonight I was approached by a guy who I remember meeting long ago. The moment he walked up, I got a weird feeling about him. He asked for money and offered to walk to the ATM with me. I was hesitant and so I asked if he’d just hang out for a bit and talk with us. I found out a few minutes later that this guy was pretty shady; violent and dishonest and all that jazz. I lied and told him that I checked and actually didn’t have me wallet with me (I really did though). As I write this I still feel really bad for lying to him.
My human reaction was to lie and distance myself. It’s been weighing on me though. This dude needs love. Not lies. I was given some consolation when a friend (who knows the guy) said that he took honest love ( “look I have money, but I know you will use it to drink/ you are using the fact that you know bible scriptures and that you carry a bible around to deceive people so I will not give the money to you”) pretty well. I hope I see him again next week. I really care about the guy.
There’s one particular lady (who happens to be homeless as well) who dropped some powerful godly wisdom on us tonight. It was such refreshing feeling to hear her speak. I’m growing weary of this world and I’m seeing a lot of room for growth in myself after meeting with the group every week. I don’t really know why I’m writing this. Sorry this isn’t written well. I’m just trying to release some thoughts. Anyway. Yea.
Y’all. For real. Jesus is the REAL DEAL. The Holy Spirit moves when you position yourself to be led by the spirit. It’s a fantastic feeling to know that it isn’t about me. It’s about God and others. It’s freeing. God pursued me. I don’t have to jump through hoops and complete steps and perform acts and rituals. God works through me for the good of everyone whether I realize I’m doing His will or not. God is good. If you never have, try talking to him. Be open to the power of Jesus. No words can describe the peace of it when you know Him.