Street Feeding

Every third Saturday of the month, we go into the downtown to hand out pack lunches.

This was the first shelter we went to. After a good amount of people arrive, we started off with some singing and then shared a short devotional. After that, we passed out the lunches and just sat with the people and talked with them. It was great. I got to pray for most of the men and women I sat with. In the photo below, the girl on right is Cherise. It took her a while to start talking to me but after a little bit, she opened up. I even went outside with her to her sidewalk cart where she and other people sell fruit and vegetables and bought some corn on the cob.

If I remember correctly, this man's name was Peter. He had wanted me to pray for protection over him becaue of all the people he said wanted to attack him. I longed to know more of each person's story. It seemed like each person I saw come in the building all had so many scars on their arms, face, or head, or they had deformities of some sort. It was heartbreaking. To me, I think the scars not only symbolized physical pain, but probably emotional and spiritual pain as well. This is Jennifer. She was at the other shelter we went to. It's actually a night shelter where they can sleep and the people who work there try to help these guys become responsible and get back on their feet again. Jennifer and I talked for awhile. She knew and loved Jesus. She was telling me how the Lord had healed her 6 years ago from a problem in her head.