Lazarus: homeless ministry

I went to Trinity last Sunday and had an awsome time with God; I just love the way Chris teaches. He is very straight-forward about God but can make the funniest comments/jokes.(none come to mind.) Anyway, as I was leaving I saw some people signing up for something at a table in the cafe. As I walked up to the table I asked the lady sitting there what people were signing up for. This little woman said, "Lazarus. Were adding tuesday's and thursdays to the schedule to hand out water to the homeless in downtown Atlanta." I, having wanted to get involved in missions-well, any sort of ministry- signed up immediately. I decided that Thursday was the best day for me and monday I got an email from Allison, that's the Lazarus leaders name, saying that she needed a male to go with her thursday. Again I immediately replied, saying that I would be there. Anxiously awaiting the arrival of thursday evening I completely forgot to call mom and dad to tell them to be praying for me because, apparently it is very dangerous. Allison told me of an incident, that last year they stumbled across a drug deal in progress and the guys that were with her got all beat up. She didn't go into details, of that I am greatly thankful.

I can't help but think of the movie, "End of the Spear." I would recomend that everyone would go see this movie. It's a story about missionaries who encounter a savage South American tribe and are murdered by them. See the movie and try to understand what is so enviting to me. It is simply the chance to give one's life for what one believes in so strongly that he would no take his murderers life even to save his own. If God would give me a mission like the one he gave Steve Saint believe me, I would never ask him what he wants me to do again.

But wait a minute. Over the past couple of weeks God has removed much of the haze that has covered my eyes as to the destination of my calling. I know, without a shadow of a doubt that I will devote my life to the mission of saving those who are at the bottom of their lives with seemingly no way out. And now that I think about it, so did Steve Saint. I will be a missionary and my life will be given for a cause, a God, that I place every ounce of trust in. I may die of old age in the jungles of the Amazon or from a mugger next thursday as I extend my arm to offer him a bottle of water, but he, nor anyone else can take my life. I give my life to God to do with it as He pleases.

To everyone who reads what I write here, read it as poetry. that is the way it flows from my heart. Each word is the blood pumping through my veins and is sacred to me. Every notion is a prayer. Read them aloud and let His voice be heard through mine.