Warning: I am unsure of the quality of this blog due to the fact that it is 1:38 in the morning and what makes sense to me right now might not make sense to me or anyone else in the latter hours of the morning. At this point in the evening, everyone is asleep and I am blogging away on this computer. It is a good thing I have the Holy Spirit to keep me company and help me write well huh? Thank God for that.
Alright on to the stuff I am supposed to be writing about…today we organized the pantry and painted inside (definitely better than painting outside in the hot humidity of New Orleans). No crazy revelation from God came from any of that; it was simply serving and loving homeless people as well as the people working in the mission. At night we set up tables and served dinner to approximately 200 homeless people who dined at the café de New Orleans Mission. For me personally, this week but particularly this night has ripped apart my judgmental stereotype of a homeless person. People, including myself, tend to think of homeless people as barbaric, rude, senile, and lazy. There were a few that appeared that way, but let’s be honest with ourselves we all know a few people that contain these characteristics that own a home. The majority of them were courteous, friendly, decently clothed, and definitely hungry. At some point in our lives, we have all passed by a homeless person looking down and walking quickly as if we are actually in a hurry to get somewhere all of the sudden. I have begun to try and change my perspective by thinking of myself in their positions. Another thing that helps me recognize their equality to me is reminding myself that God loves them the exact same amount He loves me and everyone else, which is an infinite and unconditional love that only exists in Him who is love.
These people have absolutely nothing to call their own but the clothes on their back and maybe a few miscellaneous possessions. We look down upon the homeless life as an unsuccessful life full of worthlessness. However from a spiritual stand point, would that not be the best thing ever to have nothing but God to rely on? Imagine having practically nothing between your soul and God. I get so frustrated and tired and angry at all the distractions that separate me from the Lord that I think maybe it might be nice to have to depend on nothing but the Lord. Sounds like a little better lifestyle to me when I think of it that way.
Overall I have an incredible experience on this trip bonding with my brothers and sisters in Christ whom I love so much. I love hearing what is going on in their lives during share time at night, which ties into how God is working in their lives. I love serving with them and making memories in the city of New Orleans. Most of all I love that God has placed these amazing friends and outstanding youth pastor in my life so that we as a family of Christ can encourage and build up one another to constantly pursue being a disciple while simultaneously going out and making disciples.