Getting there…

I have to tell you a story about what happened this week. Robin and I go to a Tuesday bible/group study at a place here in town called Mosaic Community Development. This is a place that has a lot of the same goofy ideas that we have. Like, helping the less fortunate and sharing Christ with them and crazy stuff like that. :) Just kidding…kind of. So we’ve been going there for a few months now. Great people. Even greater fellowship. And yet still greater deep discussions about the real and important stuff. So last month Robin volunteers me to help drive a van to the Francis House to see if any of the ladies or gentlemen would be interested in coming to join us for the evening. It’s only about a 5 minute drive from our meeting place so it certainly makes complete sense to go and see if there might be any takers. I went that first time in late August with a fellow named Tyler. We got to the shelter and tried to round up some of the guys. It was my first time at this place other than dropping off leftover bread on Sundays. This time, I saw my friend Bill outside the shelter. He had a bed for the evening and was going to get off his feet. Broke his ankle a few moths ago and in your mid 50s, it just doesn’t heal like it used to I guess. So Bill took a rain check. Now I’ve mentioned Bill numerous times. Office Bill. Bill is a guy I just like. Something about him. So I try to get him to come with us but no go. Meanwhile Tyler is inside the shelter trying to round up some folks to go but has no luck. So it’s time to head back to our group. Well little did I know, Robin has volunteered my services once a month. So I’m thinking why not? I know lots of these folks. That was the point of doing what we do. Get to know them. Right where they live. On the street corner. In the shelter. Wherever. So, last Tuesday, I’m on “van rides” again. This time it’s me and another fellow. We head out and get to the shelter and this time we both go in. Right away, I’m seeing all kinds of people that we have grown to know over the past 10 or 11 months.

Ok. This is what it’s all about. Getting to see our friends wherever they may be. I start asking guys if they want to come with us. Where? To a Bible study. Now understand, by this time of the day, we’re talking about the possibility of various states of inebriation. First guy I run into? Irish Joe. U.S. Marine from South Carolina. Dying of cancer. He needs to talk to me. Joe always needs to talk to me. Needs a prescription filled? Not sure if I can do that Joe. We’ll see. So he agrees to come with us. Regardless of his state, which is somewhat intoxicated, he agrees to come. So I head out through the bunk area to see if anyone else wants to go. I run into Dan. Dan worked at Union Pacific for over 30 years. Took a buyout back in 2002. Went to Vegas and blew it all. Now? Homeless. At least until next year when he starts getting his pension. But for now? Homeless. He agrees to come also. With a water bottle filled with something that “clearly” wasn’t water. And Scott agrees to come also. And Harry Horsecloud. Harry told me he needed to know his enemies. So he came. All of them were in. And Charise. She was hanging out in front of the shelter, knew the guys and said she’d like to go also. So we get back to Mosaic a little late. Took a little longer than anticipated. No worries. We made it back. The coolest thing about this whole thing to me besides the obvious greatness that we were getting to fellowship with some of our friends in a more intimate setting was that they participated and seemed to actually enjoy getting involved. We spoke about the Lordship of Christ in our lives and what that meant. Most of them shared in the discussion. I was in awe. We are finally getting to a point in our relationships with these guys that we have always strived for. Sharing the love of Christ with them and fellowshipping with them in ways that are simply amazing. I won’t share anything that was discussed because of the value of their confidence in us, but it was too cool for me to comprehend.

So back to Bill. Bill was going to read the Gospel of John this week from his new Bible. We got downtown today and I could not wait to hear his thoughts. And frankly, to see if he actually read it. He did. :) God is so amazing. It’s so amazing how He works in these situations. I asked him for his thoughts. Remember the first time you read that book? So Bill proceeds to tell me he liked it. With a huge Bill smile. Liked the story. Liked the miracles. The Greatest Story Ever Told, he tells me. Again with a big ol’ Bill smile. And you know what else? He’s stone cold sober. Didn’t drink yesterday. Said he wasn’t going to drink today either. I believe him. What are you going to read next Bill? With Christian, my walking biblical reference by my side, I ask for a recommendation. Galatians? One of Christian’s favorites. Galatians it is. But perhaps the best thing that may come from all this? Bill wants to go with us this Tuesday. And Dan want’s to go back. Tells me he could probably lead the thing. We’ll take it slow. But they both want to go. The fellow who leads the Bible study, well his name is Christian also. He asks me if I want to do the van rides more often? How can I not. These are my friends. I’ll bring ‘em all back if I can. Today? Smiley, our numbers guy tells me 147 or something like that. I wonder if there is room for 147 at the Mosaic?

What a great day and what an absolutely wonderful ministry that God has blessed us with. And you know what else happened for us this week? Someone donated a trailer to our friends. We get to use it weekly, to store it, maintain it, all that stuff. But it belongs to them. Just like all the other things we bring down. All belongs to them. We are simply the blessed ones who get to do it every week. What a country we live in where we can gather like that with music, food, lots of provisions, a van, a trailer and a downtown street corner full of God’s never ending love. What an amazing God we serve. What a deal. I can’t wait for Tuesday!

Peace and have a great and blessed week.

..."it matters to that one"... :)

Challenges...Part Deux

What an interesting week. More challenging than I would have hoped for, but aren't they all? :) Anyway, we had an interesting week. Mostly quiet downtown today. The usual suspects. Lots of great people. A great family dinner in the park. Lots of full bellies. Hopefully, some full hearts. It is beginning to dawn on me what an awesome responsibility we have in front of us. We go down and bring lots of provisions. And the stuff is important. If you think it isn't just ask a guy who doesn't have a coat…busted shoes…no socks. Even on a chilly Nebraska September morning. Me? I try to hold off on wearing a coat until I absolutely have to. But I have a nice warm house to retreat to. My new friend Gary came back this week for a coat. With his large intestine covered up and put away. Didn't want to see that again this week. Saw more of Gary than I wanted to see last week. If you know what I mean. You should have seen the look on his face when I gave him a coat. The bear hug said it all. You see, we "get" to go down and hang out with these guys on a weekly basis. We get to bring cool stuff to them. Never been about the stuff. Never. But I suppose when you are homeless and have no stuff, stuff matters. You know what it feels like to put on a brand new pair of crisp white cotton socks? Lots of these guys don't. We try to bring about 50 pairs of new socks every week. They go fast. I have a guy that is homeless, but he takes care of the sock distribution for me. And they go quick. And foot powder. These fellows are always asking for foot powder. Another guy, David, who has been coming dawn the past few weeks and helping us out asked me about the foot powder today. David is probably in his mid 50s. Said he's never used foot powder in his life. Why all the requests for foot powder. I guess if you’re on your feet most days, a nice can of foot powder helps keep your feet dry? I don't know. I just know it's one of the hot commodities we have when we do have it. Anybody work for a foot powder company? A sock company? These are simply a couple of things that our friends need. Stuff. And next? Coats and boots. Union Pacific is letting us do a coat drive this week. All week long, they will have large wooden collection boxes in a couple of strategic locations in the headquarters building. There are thousands of people who work in that building. Think they might have a coat or two hanging in a closet gathering a little dust? I think maybe. So it ain't about the stuff to be sure. But when a fellow is sleeping under a bridge in downtown Omaha, it becomes a little more about the stuff. Challenges...

So my friend Bill comes down today. I mentioned Bill last week. Office Bill. He told me today that we are God’s runners. His vehicles, he said. He wanted a bible but the one we gave him had lettering that was just too small. We arranged to meet Monday afternoon so I could get a bible and some reading glasses to him. Did I have my doubts about Bill making our meeting time and spot? You betcha. But I headed out to our spot and guess who was already there waiting? Yep. My good friend Bill. Monday? Bill got a new bible. And you know what he said to me? Said he could have gotten a bible anywhere. But he wanted to get one from us. Said he trusted us. Now I have to tell you I was blown away by this exchange of words. He was absolutely right. He certainly could have gotten a bible anywhere. But for him to go out of his way and meet me and tell me that little tidbit was pretty good news, especially in light of the challenges of the last week. So he got his bible and was off. I saw him today and was anxious for an update. Bill? What did you think? Tells me he made it through the introduction. The introduction? What, Genesis? What introduction? The seekers bible has an introduction and that was as far as he got. But the nice thing? He had his bible zipped up in his inner coat pocket and was determined that he would not lose it. I don't think he will. John this week. He promised me. We'll see. But he has it. He can read it at his leisure. Said he had plenty of time. Don’t take too long Bill. The cool thing is he asked for one. Without us pushing him. Last November? When we first met Bill? I'm not so sure he would have asked. I saw another Bill sitting on the wall reading one of the pocket testaments we brought down. Next week, I'm going to chat with Bill number 2 and see what he thought. Again...challenges.

I met another fellow today. Young guy. Probably late 20s. Maybe early 30s. Been in treatment twice. 102 days of sobriety just recently. But he fell. Don't we all. His name was Wade. I can relate to Wade. I've walked in his shoes, to an extent. So as we talked, I sensed that he was really hurting. Deep hurt. Got emotional a couple of times. I understood. His most recent fall came at the hands of his ex-wife. Now I'm not saying for one minute that she caused it. She just happened to be a trigger. Anyone who's been through any kind of treatment program knows about triggers. Those things that get you deep inside and cause you to lose focus on your sobriety and fall. His ex-wife just happens to be one of his triggers. Asked him where he was staying. Wherever he can he tells me. Lost a pretty good job recently. Making $12.00 an hour. The cause? Drinking of course. I really felt his pain. It was a tough one. I offered to take him to the Campus for Hope right then and there. But you can't force someone into that deal. Have to want it. I gave him my number and he said he'd call me this week. I truly hope he calls. Really. I just sensed, in talking with him, a little something different. Lots of the guys we meet just "seem" to be ok with their situations. Either that or they just cannot figure out how to get out. But Wade seemed different. I am so praying for a call from Wade this week. Hoping he'll make the call. Hoping he'll be up for a trip...to the Campus for Hope. It's a great facility. Robin and I toured it a while back. Great things happen there. I know. Been through it. Wade can too. Just has to want it. Praying for that. Huge challenge.

One last thing. There's a fellow that comes down weekly. His name is Wayne. Wayne brought his son last week. Tyrone. He's a youngster. Early 20s at the most. Came up to me and asked if he could talk to me in private. Said he needs prayer. For his girlfriend. She was trying to get a ride Saturday night. A car picked her up. I think he said there were 3 guys in the car. They raped her. What an ugly, hideous, monstrous thing to do to someone. Can't do it justice with words. What is wrong with some people? Anyway, she was in the hospital and they needed prayer. Sure thing Tyrone. You better believe it and not only from me. If you're reading this, would you pray for her? Please...I challenge you to pray for her...for Bill 1 and 2...for Wade. And for our ministry. We need it. But we did get some good news this week. Hopefully I'll be able to tell you about it next week... :)

Peace and have a great and blessed week.

..."it matters to that one"... :)

Challenges...

I spent some time Sunday talking to a fellow named Gary. From Dallas. Chased a welding job here and it didn't pan out. So as we're talking he tells me his story. Now some of these fellows tell me stories and occasionally I find myself doubting some of the details. For some reason Gary had me at hello. Someone introduced me to him, but I can't remember who. Never saw Gary before, as he's only been in Omaha for a month or so. He sleeps in the woods behind the Sienna Francis House shelter. Said there was too much "mess" in the shelter. I can only imagine. So as we're talking, I'm getting parts of his story and I'm wondering how a 58 year old African American fellow ends up here on our corner? Doesn't matter I guess. He's here. Tells me of his medical issues. Missing a couple of ribs. Missing parts of a couple of other organs. And then he shows me something else. Now I'm not easily startled, but this kind of freaked me out. I don't know why. He raises his shirt just enough for me to see, just as he's telling me "here's my large intestine". Your what??!! C'mon man! Put that thing away. Not to make light of it by any means. Just kind of shocked me a little I guess. First time for me to see something like that. Colostomy bag. Yikes. Said a young fellow he knew in Little Rock was being initiated into a gang and this was the result. The crazy thing was he knew this kid. The kid was supposed to work Gary over pretty good as part of his initiation. But Gary stood his ground. Then a few days later, he saw the same kid approaching him and told him to move along. However, this time, the kid had a sawed off shotgun. Place it right in his ribcage and did the deed. Gary was able to make it to a phone and call for help...the only problem was he couldn't talk. Anyway, he made it, but that wasn't the end of the story. He got well enough to confront his attacker. With two 9 millimeter pistols. Had the kid on the ropes and said that God got a hold of him. He said he did not at all understand what was happening nor did his would be victim. With tears streaming down his face, he told the kid he'd better go. Get. Now. He did. Imagine that. So here he was on our corner. Some of the people we meet, I question their resolve. Not Gary. I have no doubt he'll get back on his feet again. By the grace of God. And with a heavy dose of humility and a little "intestinal" fortitude, he'll make it. Said he was coming back next Sunday. Needs a coat. Mornings and evenings are starting to get chilly here. I hope to see him next week. Just maybe not so "much" of him.

Bill was back again this week. Bill is our friend from the Office. Blogged about the office and Bill way back. There's something about Bill that makes me want to continue to try. There are times I see him and I honestly think there might not be any hope. I thank God people didn't think that of me way back when. So I always know there's a great deal of hope even when it seems otherwise. I ran into Bill at the Francis House on Tuesday. You see, Robin and I meet with a small group on Tuesdays here at Mosaic Community Development. Our group sends a van down to the Francis House prior to our meeting just to see if anyone at the shelter is interested in coming to our group. So I ran into Bill there Tuesday night and he was in a good mood. Sober too. That's always good. I invited him to come with us, but he declined. Said he had a bed and wanted to get off his feet. Maybe next time. So we see him Sunday on our corner. He was at the back of the van as we were unloading and had a request for me. Now he's not one to ask for really anything, so when he does ask, I usually listen. Wanted a Bible. Says that several times this past week, and really, I'm sure he hears it often, people would tell him "that's what the Bible says...". Things like that. So he needs a Bible. We always try to have them available. If nothing else, I've found a website that gives free copies of a small booklet that contains the Gospel of John. But we try to have Bibles available. And we did have one for Bill. Just one problem. Needs reading glasses and the lettering is too small. No problem. We make arrangements to meet Monday morning with new reading glasses and a big letter Bible. I have no doubt that he'll read it. He said that he couldn’t just take the word of a "bunch a yahoos", he needed to read it himself. I've always felt drawn to Bill. And I know there's hope for him yet. I think he's in his late 50s. Led a hard life. Lives on the streets sometimes and in various shelters other times. But I just feel as though God has crossed our paths for a reason. I love Bill. I love running into him wherever that may be. I just love the guy. I only pray that he remembers our meeting place and time. Not to worry really even if he doesn't. I know where he hangs out and I can probably find him. The interesting thing about our relationship with Bill is just that. The fact that we now have a relationship. We attempted something almost 10 months ago that was very foreign to us. Going out, meeting people where they were, developing relationships, and letting God work through us. We had a good idea that we could do something like this. But we just didn't know how it would work. Would people trust us? Would they think we had ulterior motives? (well duh...your salvation!) Would they confide in us? Would we be able to meet there needs? Physical? Spiritual? So many questions. Now we are slowly starting to see things unfold that are amazing. Robin is a whiz with all the community connections. She is a social organizing type of personality anyway. Right up her alley. She's starting to get plugged into all sorts of great connections. And make no mistake. We are making connections. Within our community on that corner. Within the socially responsible community of people that want to help. And because of these things, we are starting to make the turn in the first mile of the marathon. When I saw Bill on Tuesday, we were like old friends reminiscing about our first meeting. In the park. About 10 or 15 of us total. I remember him and a couple of the other guys telling us how "they" would run us over in short time. "They" being the homeless community that we are so blessed to serve in our small way. As we talked Tuesday, he commented how he couldn't believe how much it's changed since we started. Well Bill, I guess God has a way of doing that. And I pray that God will shine through us to Bill. He said the only reason he comes down on Sundays is to see us. Like I said, I love Bill. And I obviously don't have any idea how this will end for us and him. But I know he'll get a Bible and some new reading glasses this week. It's a start. A big start. Pray that Bill will immerse himself in John or James or whatever book God leads him to. Pray that the Spirit will lead him and that he will follow. I'll be praying for a deeper relationship with Bill. Has to happen...

And finally, good news. Or better yet, the best of news. We have another friend named Gary who comes pretty regularly. I was just hanging out chatting with a couple of different people when Paul brought Gary over and said he wanted to talk to me. Gary said he wanted more. Wanted things to change. Now Gary had been drinking, which is not so unusual for some of these guys. In fact, rumor had it that someone had literally driven up and "donated" some leftover liquor to our friends at some point Sunday. I didn't see it happen during our time, so maybe it happened earlier in the day? Anyway, Gary was ready for change. Now I don't know Gary very well, and I don't think it matters. I know him well enough to know that he wanted something more. So right there on the corner of 14th and Douglas, literally, Robin and I prayed with him. But more importantly, he prayed for salvation. Prayed for Christ to come into his life. It was a moment I'll never forget. I obviously can't guarantee that Gary will be ok. None of us can. We can only be there for those moments. It's so crazy to me because crazy things have been happening lately. Challenges that I would rather not face. Individuals questioning our reasons for doing what we do. It is almost to the point of being ridiculous. Questioning our family's faith. Questioning the fact that we are not in a traditional church. Questioning our very foundation. It really bothers me that these challenges come from people we know. I can understand people who don't know us and have no idea where we stand in our faith. We certainly don't have things "figured" out. Certainly not. Anyone that says they do should probably be sitting at the Right Hand. And challenges are good to be sure. We are constantly trying to reassess and reevaluate what it is we feel God leading us to do. Sure, we don't deliver a formal message on Sundays. There are lots of things we could probably do differently. But the fact remains that we are doing something. Something for the Kingdom. Something we feel intimately led to do. Something that led Gary to our corner today to ask Christ into his life. On a dirty, stinking corner in downtown Omaha. How can that be so wrong? How? So we're not in a traditional church with all the things that go along with that. Today? Neither was Gary. But he was in our church. So is what we are doing so wrong? So wrong that people will sit in judgment on our activities and actually tell us that we are wrong? Like I said, it's been a challenging week. But we'll carry on. Have to. And I don't expect everyone to understand. It can get so complex that most times I don't even understand. It'll probably always be a challenge. That's ok. We'll carry on. God has led us to this. Of that I have no doubt. And if it were going to be a walk in the park...well, actually it sort of is a walk in the park. Every Sunday. Noon. Next week? I'm betting that Gary will be back for his coat and more. And Bill will hopefully be able to tell us where he chose to begin his readings. And Gary number 2? We'll be praying that Christ did indeed come into his life and that the journey has begun...

Peace and have a great and blessed week.

..."it matters to that one"... :)

Chaos...

I'll warn you up front...this might be a long one. We had some amazing things happen Sunday...

The craziest things are happening for us on our church corner these weeks. We are starting to experience problems I never imagined we'd experience. And to be sure, there are good problems and some not so good problems. The good? Lots of people are stepping out to help. Lots. The bad? Well, actually, there really aren't many real bad ones, other than the obvious...homelessness, alcoholism, drug abuse, etc. Now we are certainly dealing with situations that we probably aren't necessarily trained for. I mean, in the worldly sense. But that's ok. God's got us covered. We have to be cautious, have to take the steps necessary to ensure everyone's safety, have to do the legwork that a mission like this demands. But some of the things happening these days are almost more than I could ever have imagined.

For instance, here's one for you. In 1990, I got a job here at the local Campbell Soup plant. At the time, Campbell’s owned the Swanson frozen dinner line and this was the plant that produced this particular brand of frozen dinner. I got the job there shortly after I met Robin. They paid for my schooling. It was a good time. At one point during my time at Campbell’s, I worked for a fellow named Tony. I left Campbell’s in 1996 to begin working in the software development field. Or I became a programmer. :) So I didn't see Tony for years. One day, a couple of months ago in the early morning hours, I'm walking a street in downtown Omaha. I hear someone calling my name. I look around? It's Tony. He was driving by, sees me, pulls over, parks his car and gets out to greet me. Like a reunion of old friends. I really liked working for Tony. Great, great guy. So he says he saw me walking, thought it was me and he stopped. Well, over the course of the next few weeks, we exchanged voice mails and never could seem to catch up to each other. I did, however, mention to him that we did this "thing" downtown every Sunday. Next thing I know? Tony is hooking us up with the young lady who is in charge of the outreach ministry at his church - Paradise Missionary Baptist Church here in Omaha. Jodi is someone who is a go-getter. So, we exchange various phone conversations with her over the course of the next couple of weeks, she comes down to visit us on our church corner, and just gets a feel for what it is we do. Then, a couple of weeks ago, she offers to have some people from her church do our entire Sunday meal! Oh yeah. That will work! You see, as we've gotten deeper and deeper into this ministry, there is no question people want to help. And there is certainly no doubt that the need is there. But the opportunity must exist for people to get involved. Well the opportunity exists right there on our little church corner. These great people show up from Paradise Sunday. They come bearing armloads of chicken, corn, rice with gravy, green beans, cakes...man it was amazing! And one nice thing about it? Robin got the day off from cooking! She got to socialize at church. And if you know my girl, that's what she does well. The only thing missing for her was a nice mocha latte and the socializin' would have been right on the money. Anyway, not only did our friends from Paradise bring food? They brought people. Lots of people. It was the first Sunday where I was having a hard time giving people meaningful things to do. I mean, one of the most important things we do is listen. On many levels. Because God is always speaking. And our friends usually just need someone to listen. But the young girls from the Sarpy County Community Services program are teenagers. Not so good at mingling with our homeless friends maybe? And sent to us by someone rather than come of their own will? Not necessarily a real happy match, initially anyway. But as the day wore on? They were sitting on a wall right next to some of our downtown friends eating the same food and hanging out with and helping out with the mission. Very cool. (I realize I could be rambling, but stay with me.) And there's Dennis. Dennis was also sent by the good folks at Sarpy County. DWI. Has to do some hours. But he took the initiative to make himself very useful. Every time I saw him, he was busy doing stuff. The coolest thing however, was what he told me as I signed off on his card. Mentioned what a cool thing we were doing. Said he has a family and hasn't had a drink since his December arrest. Wants to bring his son down to help out. We get that almost every time someone new comes down. Lots of people say stuff like that and we maybe never see them again. But that’s ok. People have busy lives. We know that. But the opportunity always exists on our church corner. Noon every Sunday. Until about 2:30 or so. The opportunity is there. And Janna. She's from Sarpy also. Don't know what her deal was. Only that she was there Sunday because the courts told her to come. But I bet she comes back because I think God will tell her to come. And I just have a feeling she'll listen.

Chaos? Not really. Now there was a moment of that Sunday. Hollleeee cow was there ever??!! I'm at the van getting another fellow started on the hygiene stuff. Handing out shampoo, soap, etc. How hard could it be? Not very. So I'm showing Dave what we have. Dave is a guy that I spent a year with in an accelerated degree program at Bellevue University. We completed the program in August. It was a pretty full year for all of us. Now we have one more requirement to fulfill. A 12 week program which involves a civic project. :) Well, guess who has an opportunity for a little civic action? So now Dave has joined us for at least a few weeks while he fulfills the requirements for his project. And John is in the same boat. John called this week with the same thing in mind. Come on down John. He spent an hour on a wall talking to a guy he didn't know. He knows him now. :) The opportunity exists. And my good friend Jean. Same thing. However Jean came a few weeks ago with her son and daughter. And I think she might come even without the civic thing hanging over her head. And Jean's daughter, Jessica? Well this is where it gets really cool. She's the president of her high school student council. Gonna do a Starfish Ministry Coat Drive! That time of year here. I had people asking me for coats and hoodies this morning. It's only September!! It seems that every single facet of our lives, wherever we encounter people and tell them of what we are doing, people listen and want to help. I am blown away. So back to Chaos. I was at the van getting Dave started and someone called my name. Several someones. There were the beginnings of a dust up happening and my defusal skills were needed. Well, I have no defusal skills. And this was the closest I think I've ever been to being in the middle of something a little ugly. I'm 5' 6" on my best day. 155 pounds. No threat to most people. My sons maybe, but that's changing too. Christian is officially taller than me. Anyway, a couple of guys are getting ready to do the deed. Over a hat apparently. Now later I find that the hat has significance. One of the fellows apparently had a hat stolen from him. A hat? All this for a hat? The hat was from a friend who passed away or something like that. So it had significance. The fellow who owned the hat? Never saw him before. At least I don't think I have. And his potential sparring partner? Our friend Courtney. Courtney and I spent a night hanging out once playing pool, doing that crazy DDR thing and just talking about life stuff. So when I saw that he was in the middle of a flare up, I was disappointed to say the least. Back to the hat owner. His name? Chaos. Literally. I tried to calm him down, but the guy is easily 6' 5" or so. Maybe more. We weren't really seeing things eye to eye. At one point, another young fellow, Malachi, pulls me out of the danger zone. I was right in the middle of this thing. COULD NOT HAVE A FIGHT. NO WAY. Not in front of all these people. I'd do what I had to do to defuse. So Malachi pulls me out and says he didn't want me in the crossfire. Sorry dude. Gotta settle this down. We did. It went on, the words anyway, a little while longer. But I'm telling you. I tried to calm my new friend Chaos down the best I could, but he has a look in his eyes that said otherwise. Now I'm not naive enough to think that we'll never have a fight on this corner. It'll probably happen. I pray that it doesn't. But Chaos and guys like him keep me honest. It probably will. God will protect us. Of that I have no doubt. But the evil one will continue to see what is happening on our corner and will attempt to exert his influence. With God's help, we'll carry on.

One of the coolest things that happened? About an hour after me almost getting my head taken off? Chaos shows up at the van. We're wrapping things up. Robin and I are both right there and he comes to offer an apology. Frankly? It was the last thing I expected. I thought he was long gone. But here he is. Tells us he's a convicted murderer? Huh? A what? And I'm in the middle of what? The middle of chaos. That's what. And here he is apologizing to us. Very humbly. I was amazed. As he stood there waiting to offer his apology, I'm thinking all sorts of things. And not in the nicest ways. What do you need man...new shoes? A coat? What is it? And in an almost inaudible voice, he says he wanted to say he was sorry for his behavior, sorry for causing a scene, he respects the Lord and was sorry. You now how sometimes someone will shake your hand and you feel something? Well, I felt something. Here this guy who I thought was going to open up a can of something earlier was humbly sorry and everything was once again ok. Whew. I don't know what I was thinking when I was standing in between him and Courtney, but it felt better now. Chaos? Not now.

One last thing. We've had a young lady coming down on Sundays for a while now. Very pregnant. Alicia. She wasn't around the last couple of weeks. Guess why? :) David Alexander was born September 6th. They are staying in a weekly rate hotel. About an inch above homelessness. So here she is Sunday with brand new baby. 4 days old. Oh my goodness. She asks me if we can help her with diapers and formula. She has 7 diapers left and 2 bottles of formula. If you've had a baby, you know this is not going to last her the rest of the day. Can we help? The baby's father is here also. And he's working. But they don't get paid until Wednesday. It's Sunday. Can you guys help us out? I ask Robin to think about how we can help. A trip to Wal-Mart seems to be looming. Ah but wait. The fine ladies of Paradise are here. And guess where one of them works? The Omaha WIC office! That’s right. How convenient. By the time I get back to Alicia, they already have an appointment set up for Monday morning to get her set up with all the stuff she needs. And, they are going to help her with what she needs to get through the day. Coincidence? I think not. And the nicest thing, besides the obvious fact that our new little friend David is going to be taken care of? Opportunities exist, even amid all the chaos, for folks to jump in and help. And to think it all started with God leading a few of us down with a pot of soup and a case of water? How cool is that?! It's a wonderful God we serve. Is he offering you any opportunities? Or are you in the middle of a little chaos?

Peace and have a great and blessed week.

..."it matters to that one"... :)

A day late....

It's Tuesday. Normally I try to put my thoughts together on Monday and just do a bit of reflection and journaling on our previous Sunday's activities. I have to admit, between the Labor Day weekend activities and attempting to recover from a hard drive crash on my laptop, I've been a bit preoccupied. It's taken me over a week to get my system back to a point where I actually have an operating system installed and I have a ways to go. For some reason, things there aren’t going so well. If that were the greatest problem I was facing...

So, anyway, our Sunday was pretty doggoned good. Poor Robin and my Mom spent what seemed like all day Saturday chopping celery and turkey for the Sunday meal. Turkey salad sandwiches. Man, were they working hard. It never ceases to amaze me...the amount of work that goes into our Sunday church activities. I mean, these two were chopping stuff all afternoon. Me? I was watching football. Hard work! My absolute favorite time of year. Fall...college football season...ya know what I mean? Now, I felt a little guilty. It was my birthday and Robin wouldn't let me do anything. She spent the whole day running around, working her poor butt off and here I was waiting for my Huskers to take the field. :) Shame.

We got downtown Sunday, got our things all set up and the funniest thing happened. Because I have a couple of friends on myspace.com who happen to be homeless, they apparently got the old birthday notice that myspace sends out. So, out of nowhere, the crowd of 150 - 200 of our best homeless friends break into an impromptu Happy Birthday chorus to me. Talk about being humbled. I look at my mom and she is almost crying. Joyfully, mind you, and I'm almost in tears. These are good people. You have to get to know them and that takes time, but I tell you they are good people.

I spoke to my friend John Sunday. He's one of the guys I look forward to chatting with each week. I've mentioned John before. John lives on the streets. Under a bridge. Great guy. Amazing story. John collapsed in line Sunday. Too much to drink. He was "signing" earlier in the day. If you are not familiar with the term, that's the "official" term our friends use for standing on a corner, holding up a sign, and asking for help. In whatever form that help may come in. Usually money. Various amounts. But I'm sure they get all sorts of things. Apparently. Because someone felt inclined to give John a pint of Jack Daniels Sunday. Said the guy handed it right out the window to him? What in the world? So you just have a bottle of liquor in the car for this? Huh? The guy obviously has a drinking problem. So you give him a bottle? Man...

My friend Joe told me the story of his son. Little Billy E. Billy died a couple of years ago. Down's Syndrome. 2 1/2 years old. Joe gave me a picture of Billy and a letter from his ex-wife. What do you want me to do with this Joe? "Tell your people about Billy, Dave. Do what you do." Now this was one cute little boy. Aren't they all? But this little fellow was special. Can you imagine having to deal with the loss of your baby? At 2 1/2 years old? My oldest sister died of cancer a few years back. The absolute most difficult thing I've personally ever had to stomach. My mother had to watch the whole thing unfold. She was 40. I have no idea how, as a parent, you deal with something like that? No idea. I guess in some cases, you turn to things that might ease the pain. Alcohol??? Drugs??? Seems that might be one circumstance that pushes Joe to live the way he lives. Ex-Marine. Don't make the mistake of calling him an ex-Marine. Once a Marine...always a Marine. The Marine wanted me to tell "my people" about Billy. Consider yourself told...

And finally, I met a lady named Jeannie. Once again, not sure on the spelling. Jeannie and her young high school aged daughter came to help Sunday. We must be an official entity in someone's eyes, because the Sarpy County higher ups are sending people to us to complete community service hours. What a great opportunity for them and us. We had a news story that aired on the local news several months ago. Someone who works in the Community Services office saw the story. Called us and asked if they could send people, mostly younger folks, to do service work with us. Are you kidding me? You betcha! Send 'em. We can always use the help. Well, Jeannie shows up Sunday and says her daughter needs to do some hours. You are in the right place Jeannie! We've got the hours!! Come to find out, Jeannine manages a doctor’s office here in town. A spinal clinic if I got the story right. They sponsor a charity every year at Christmas. The one they normally help out has closed recently. The McCauley Center for women and children. We met the fellow some months ago who directed this center. They've apparently fallen on tough times and had to close. So she tells me they are looking for a charity to sponsor this Christmas. I have no idea what that means, but we'll be a charity for anyone to sponsor anytime!! Bring it! It's funny, because I always pray that God will send people our way. He does all the time. As people come and go, He continually sends new folks to help out. And new folks to serve. I had a fellow helping me unload the van Sunday. His name was Tim. Said he was new. To Omaha? To our corner? Asked me if I was Super Dave. Every time I hear that it cracks me up. Nope. No super. Now God? Yeah. Way Super!! And always right on time. Never a day late.

Peace and have a great and blessed week.

..."it matters to that one"... :)