Sunsets, Fudge Cake, and Crazy Man
Well, another week of excitement here in California and another spectacular sunset to finish it off. We might have our bad times (fires, oil spills, etc...) and, true, the sunsets are partial sun with a mix of smog, but it is beautiful, and that's what I live with out here. I met some of the staff from CE National in San Diego for some meetings. They are looking at the possibility of a mission-oriented Momentum out here in the San Diego area, so I came to see if I could help. Have you ever been to San Diego? Once you've seen it, you don't want to leave. I was dropping off a friend at the airport after our meetings and the drive was amazing. People were rollerblading, jogging, or walking along the bay where sailboats lined the docks. In front of us, the downtown skyline reflected the descending sun off the water, and to our right we saw palm trees and hacienda homes that covered the hills. Postcard beauty is what I call it.
While stopped at the light, I heard noise behind me. It was a homeless person yelling at a driver about helping him out. Like any normal Californian, I rolled up my window. What did he want? Money? Money to buy booze. Food? I had a fudge cake that I bought but that was my fudge cake. I meet a lot of homeless people where I live. There's a lady that lives in my back alley that I use to talk to, but she doesn't recognize me anymore. Some I have helped because they seemed to need help. Others I have passed by because they seemed like this guy, a little angry, maybe crazy. Do you think Jesus stopped by to help every homeless person? I don't know. Helping the homeless, the needy, the orphaned, etc...is a full time job. How did he do that? Anyhow, he stopped yelling, the light turned green, and I left him. There was a little heaviness in my heart. The sunset didn't seem all that great to me and the skyline was fading in my mirror the farther I drove. What reality can do to ruin a perfect day.
I guess I find it funny that I drive two hours to talk about bringing others to do "mission," and I'm sure they can find the same people to minister to in their city that they'll see out here. I'm a work in progress and the "mission" is literally right in my backyard. I pray that I'll be on mission more. I want to be able to give up my fudge cake. God, protect me from crazy people when I do this. There are so many needy. Help me see them one at a time. Amen.
While stopped at the light, I heard noise behind me. It was a homeless person yelling at a driver about helping him out. Like any normal Californian, I rolled up my window. What did he want? Money? Money to buy booze. Food? I had a fudge cake that I bought but that was my fudge cake. I meet a lot of homeless people where I live. There's a lady that lives in my back alley that I use to talk to, but she doesn't recognize me anymore. Some I have helped because they seemed to need help. Others I have passed by because they seemed like this guy, a little angry, maybe crazy. Do you think Jesus stopped by to help every homeless person? I don't know. Helping the homeless, the needy, the orphaned, etc...is a full time job. How did he do that? Anyhow, he stopped yelling, the light turned green, and I left him. There was a little heaviness in my heart. The sunset didn't seem all that great to me and the skyline was fading in my mirror the farther I drove. What reality can do to ruin a perfect day.
I guess I find it funny that I drive two hours to talk about bringing others to do "mission," and I'm sure they can find the same people to minister to in their city that they'll see out here. I'm a work in progress and the "mission" is literally right in my backyard. I pray that I'll be on mission more. I want to be able to give up my fudge cake. God, protect me from crazy people when I do this. There are so many needy. Help me see them one at a time. Amen.
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