I
was HOMELESS…
Desperate, alone, embarrassed and afraid. I was in a forgotten world, where no one cared. Where people would walk passed me and shutter at the site or the smell. I would cry out to them but they couldn’t even make eye contact with me. I didn’t even exist! I was hopeless and no one was there…
I was covered in the smell of fish, vinegar, urine, trash and beer.
Would you like to know how I got into this mess? Well I am still at training camp. We decided to come up with a
“No Hope Room” We (the leadership team) all had different roles. People getting stoned, a young teenager “cutting”, a man abusing his wife, a mother crying because her baby was dying, homeless, suicide, someone just desperately screaming. The tent was dark but we had strobe lights going and loud music. The participants were pushed into the tent and told to make it to the other end. They were not allowed to touch us or talk to us. As I would cry out sometimes even using their names they didn’t know what to do. Some just started crying. Others laughed
.
“Just a little bit of money, that is all I need. Just one more fix, and then I’ll stop, I promise this is the last time”
“Please somebody help me” “I am desperate”
These were some of the things I screamed out. Most of them hated being in there and went out quickly, others had to be forced to leave. They all came through a second time after debriefing and were then able to come and talk, pray or just be there. The music was still going; we were still screaming… everything was the same the second time they came through, but this time they knew they wanted to help. Some people collapsed watching the abuse scene; others rushed over to the suicide scene and embraced the young girl wanting to kill herself.
Saying “I have been where you are, you don’t have to do this, there is hope, and His name is Jesus.” Others came and just sat with me, held me hand and listened to me.
People, we live in a desperate World with hurting and lost people. This is stuff that goes on every day; We have turned our hearts and our heads too long. We need to start being Jesus to these hopeless people who are crying out, screaming for answers. We don’t hear their screams because we don’t listen with our hearts. We need to live radical for Him, He wants to work though us, but we are bound down by fear. It is time to step up and take this Nation and World back in Jesus Name.
