Tonight Terry Wallin, Terry Heath, and I walked and prayed in the Middlebury Street neighborhood. We met Terry Heath through his girlfriend earlier this summer. One evening in June, we prayed with her. She was very upset and during our prayers she began greatly weeping. Melissa gave her a big hug. She just poured out her heart in Melissa's arms. We cut short our walk and took her out to the county jail to visit her boyfriend, Terry. He is now out of jail. Terry, Glenda and their children were at church Sunday. We anointed and prayed with them at the altar. Terry greatly desires to give something back to God's kingdom, that has done so much for him. He plans to be with us every time we go out on the streets praying.
We had a wonderful night. I repeat myself again and again, but we prayed with so many people. Tonight we had a very memorable happening. A house on the north side of Middlebury Street, like so many houses, appearing to be vacant, no signs of life around it, no bikes in the driveway, no skateboards on the sidewalk, no lights on in the windows. . .apparently another wasted flier. . .We see so many laying in the weeds, ruined by the wind and the rain and the dew. . .
Tonight we were handing out my usual weekly flier, Bible verse cards (II Corinthians 5:17), and a little tract that Terry gets from World Missionary Press in New Paris called, "Help from Above." Click on the link to go to a page to read the little tract. They are wonderful. We often give them out. You can get them by the case for free (a donation is requested, but not required).
Anyway, we left a flier on the doorknob and placed one of the little tracts on the stoop and walked away. We were a good ways down the sidewalk when a man came out, called down the sidewalk to us, "What is this?", as he held the World Missionary Press tract waving it in his hand. I was expecting some kind of negative response. I said something like, "The Word of God." Terry said to me, "We've got to go talk to this guy." I don't know if I've ever seen Terry move so quickly. He very rapidly did a U-turn with the wagon and went back to the fellow's stoop. He couldn't read the fine printing on the tract, so Terry read some of the verses for him. You could smell alcohol on his breath. He was not drunk, but he had been drinking. He told us that he has been watching us for months. He said, that each week he sees us through the blinds on his front porch window, dropping off our fliers and cards and tracts. Tonight he had to talk to us. He felt compelled. He knows that he needs God. His life is a shambles. He's lost his wife. . . his children. . .his home. . . his health. . . he still has a very good job, but he is at the bottom of the barrel. He is addicted to drugs and continually drinks. He is drunk and/or high every day. Everyone tells him to try God. . . he's been through all kinds of treatment programs, counseling. . . and on and on. His mind now is filled with thoughts of suicide. . .He wonders if he's beyond fixing. He knows that God is his only hope. Terry and I talked to him for a long time. We anointed him and prayed with him twice and prayed over a prayer cloth for him. He was very intensly emotional. He just sat there slowly reading the Bible verse card out loud, with a glimmer of hope in his voice. . . "all things are made new. . . all things are made new. . . all things are made new. . ." He clutched the little card so tightly in his hand. . .as a lifeline for him. . .He said he couldn't get those words out of his mind. . . He greatly requests our prayers. He will be to church with us. . .His wife still loves him and will take him back if he can change his ways. . .Terry and I told him a little about ourselves. . . we told him of our deliverances from alcohol, drugs, tobacco, . . . from sin in general. . .He listened with tears coming down his cheeks. . .
Just another stoop. . .
Just another wasted flier. . .
Just another broken down desolate house. . .
Just another evening on Middlebury Street. . .
How wrong I was. . .
Just another opportunity for God to move in a mighty way. . .
I love you my Lord. . .
I love you my God. . .
Tuesday, September 9, 2008