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Nov 16 2000 -
Well, here it is - my last entry in this journal. That must mean that half my mission's over. Inconceivable.
Today we went to service with the group of people that are paralyzed in wheelchairs and live in a full service home. Lately we've really been feeling the spirit strongly w/ them whenever we go and share a spiritual thought. Today was good too. We shared a message about our search for happiness on earth. We decided that the best form of happiness is inner peace and pure, uncontaminated love. As we left I really felt filled w/ love toward them...
Then we were out in the battle - doing street in the rain. Almost no one stopped. While we were going down the street I saw a really raggedy guy about our age w/ a mohawk and all kinds of piercings. At first I thought - "wow - no way would that guy be interested" then I remembered the Zone Conf. message about the preciousness of ALL souls... So I stopped him.
He eventually got to know us and took a book. He informed us that he is homeless and sleeps in the streets - he was a way nice guy though (even if he was a little inebriated) About half way through the encounter he said - "I want to know one thing - why did you stop me today?" I explained exactly what had gone through my mind when I decided to stop him. He went on to thank us because he was really in need of something. He has no Idea what to do with his life and he even mentioned suicide as a possible alternative, but he said this will help him to look at things from a different perspective. He said he would read and get back in touch w/ us. I really felt like a instrument in God's hands after we got done w/ him. God loved that poor homeless guy as much as he loves me or anyone else - And God helped him out when he was in need.
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