“I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.” 3 John 1:4
Oh the surprises that God has for us when we step into his world! We had planned the day of being together. We would go to church and then eat out at a special restaurant in celebration of our son moving to his next step in his career. We would say our goodbyes after our lunch at the fancy restaurant, our treat to him. The message was a powerful one that morning, full of gut honest truth and the love of God. The Spirit was all over the thing. We finish. We mingle. I see my son at a distance and approach him to get final details of the morning. He looks at me with those eyes and fighting back tears says, “I have a different idea for lunch. Let’s go to the park and feed the hungry.” God had spoken. He had heard. Of course I hugged him and did not fight back one tear and said, “That’s a great idea. Let’s do it.” When a momma sees Jesus in her child, it’s joy unspeakable. We were about to see the “kingdom come”, which is already all around us. It’s here now.
Affecting the World
We can affect it and my son knew it. We headed to the park. It was empty, much to my son’s surprise. He had done this before, him and his girlfriend. This is where they always were. He said they travel in a group and this was the “family” meeting area. He suggested we pray so the five of us circled up in the middle of that college town and prayed. We prayed for God to move in his kingdom. We expressed the desire to change the world around us, to be a part of his kingdom work. We asked God to show us where the homeless clan had moved to. Then we began our trek down the busy street and found them about four blocks away.
Stepping Into Their World
There they were, around 20 of them, in front of the library. This was not the first time for my son and his girlfriend to step into their world. I knew this because they called one man out by name. “Billy Jack,” they shouted to him from a distance. They refreshed his memory with their names and then introduced us. A spirit of care came from this man. He was one of the older ones on the street and took on the father figure for many living there. He was proud of the fact that he looked after the clan and we encouraged him in that. He recited poetry to us that he had written and memorized and the depth of them surprised me. The young homeless woman sitting next to him, it was her birthday so we sang happy birthday to her. My son invited her and Billy Jack to lunch and asked him to bring along anyone else who was hungry. She declined and he accepted. No other takers.
Sharing His Story
He sat with us for the meal and shared his story. He did not eat and we were guessing he was saving the meals to share with the others. We prayed for him and at the end he prayed for us the best he could through the blur of the alcohol. Hugs were everywhere as we said goodbye to Billy Jack. My son listened to God’s voice. Our fancy lunch we had planned turned into kingdom work better than any physical food could provide. Let’s remember that the homeless are not projects, they are people. They are helpless and we can be hopeFULL toward them. Our job is to love, Period. “For God so LOVED the world that he GAVE . . .” We should do the same.