Annie studying her bible in the serenity of the Baker University campus.
My spiritual goals for the remainder of 2015:
Grow in my faith and lead my children deeper on their own walks with the Lord. “Show yourself in all respects to be a model of good works, and in your teaching show integrity and dignity.” (Titus 2:7)
Continue humbling myself in serving our city’s poorest and most destitute people, demonstrating God’s mercy and grace to them as it is displayed in me through the power of the Holy Spirit. “For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor … ” (2 Corinthians 8:9).
Spend time in the word and in prayer so that I can know God and more clearly distinguish His voice from the chaos of my own thoughts. “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.” (Romans 10:17)
Seek God’s strength and wisdom so I can be a leader and a positive influence on the young people I meet in our church’s youth group. With the Lord working in me and through me, they might come to know Him better. “Pay careful attention to yourselves and to all the flock, in which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers, to care for the Church of God, which he obtained with his own blood.” (Acts 20:28)
Bill gets his bible.
Mark 10:45 “For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve others and to give his life as a ransom for many.”
The past few weeks I’ve been making posts about delivering food and other supplies to the homeless in downtown Kansas City. I have been documenting many of these visits and exchanges on my Facebook page as well as this blog.
This “calling” began with me hearing God direct me to help a man wrapped in a blanket on the side of a busy city street as rush hour traffic passed by obliviously one morning before work (actually, what I saw was a body wrapped from head to toe in a purple comforter and I wasn’t sure if it was male or female, alive or dead.) I was really intrigued at that time by the idea of angels living among us and maybe the homeless being a test of how Christ-like we really are.
Bill looks over his few possessions.
On the drive into work this morning, I turned off the radio and asked God to speak to me. I’ve been praying to hear His voice more often because when I first heard Him a year ago, His words were crystal clear. He’s gone somewhat silent since then, and I’ve had trouble determining what thoughts are His and which are mine. I drove for a few miles – – maybe five or 10 minutes – – and didn’t hear anything, so I turned my radio back on and kept driving.
After a few minutes I started to feel this tightness around the middle of my body, and then I realized it felt like something pulling me through the interstate traffic toward downtown. God had a rope around me and was leading me down His path whether I wanted to go or not.
Bill with all his belongings and the food and bottled water we gave him.
My son wanted to know more about the man we just fed.
We were a safe distance away from the downtown park where we found Bill sitting alone on a bench with all his worldly belongings by his side, in plastic bags.
My daughters were walking ahead of us and already part-way through the crosswalk when Charlie asked me, “What did that man say? His voice was so quiet, I couldn’t hear him.”