Saturday, February 14, 2009, a day I will never forget…
I woke up that morning feeling kinda grumpy and not desiring to participate in our ComLife outreach to the homeless later that morning. Most of the drive to Atlanta was silent for me until we reached the city and of course I could not contain the excitement of seeing Atlanta for the first time. All the tall buildings, traffic, noise and no shortage of something neat to look at. We finally arrived at the park where we were going to pass out sandwiches and v-day bags we created for the homeless and needy in the area. After a quick group prayer, we started walking towards the park and it wasn’t until we stepped into the park area that I felt the joy and presence of the Holy Spirit fall upon me. I wasn’t even in the park for 2 minutes when a young man approached me and immediately started to pour his life story out to me. It was incredible, the words coming out of my mouth were not my own, they were directly from God for this man. The story doesn’t end there… my friend and fellow ComLife participant, Rosie and I headed away from our group and walked towards the other end of the park where God showed up and reviled Himself to the both of us!
I met a man named James, he had been in several car accidents and certain parts of his body were still in pain from these past accidents. After talking with him for some time, I was given the opportunity to pray for him, I laid my hands on his knee, shoulder and back, his areas of pain and asked for healing. James has a doctor’s appointment in 2 weeks and I desire to return to the park and find him feeling much better!
The best part of the day was meeting Bobbi Dean a poet who God used to speak to me! Yeah I know, here I am thinking that I have something to give this man or someway I can pray for him and God used his poetry to speak deep into my heart. Bobbi Dean read about 15 poems to me and I am still blown away by his faith and his walk with Christ. Here I stand a long time believer who has everything I could ever ask for and here sits this man who lives on the streets and goes without every day and he has a greater faith and knowledge of God than I. Humbling for sure!
So here’s my thought, I want to hunger for and pursue Christ like Bobbi Dean. In the good and the not so good I want to praise His name. I want to trust and have faith even when it all seems broken or lost. I want to remember Bobbi Dean and how someone with so little can have so much.
