My journey through Tent City

Tent City is like walking through an end times movie scene…. this should open people’s eyes, and hopefully hearts.We are all homeless, everyone of us… Homeless making our way back home to Christ.

I haven’t been high in a long time.

You know your perception of poverty and loss? When people are scraping under nails to find something to eat?…… or for something green or paper under the table to make ends meet? Being rolled around in search of something higher?

Well imagine a world of freedom, bicycles and skateboards, and only the outdoors. A place where everyday is a barbecue, the light is the sun, the sky is your tent, and the warmth of a lighter is accompanied by the roll of the leaves whistling through the breeze as we burn our days away. Freedom!

Where the dryness sucks in public sympathy, and everyone just brings and brings. No need to ever buy toiletries. “They will build our potties and sinks, there will be water to wash and drink ourselves back to consciousness, then we catch people staring at us, as they crash their cars in confidence, wondering why any of us are really impaired.”

In this place we feel homeless and lost, but everyone sees, and knows where to find us. I don’t really live there, but it’s a place where I find myself a lot, even in my thoughts, because that’s where I find my brothers and sisters.

Tent City, it’s a beautiful mine of souls, waiting for the revival we paint on the outside gates to finally explode. Surrounded by churches, yet thirsty, as everyone waits for a solution to this society’s unaddressed pain. Centuries of hate, grown into generations of waste. In our numbed down hearts we have chosen to escape from the truth that can never truly be reconciled by food, tents, porta-potties or heroine. There is a brokenness that reaches deeper than our wait for justice. A lot of us want to be high, or just happy, but no one has ever truly tasted the pure buzz that comes with forgiveness. It’s a great awakening…  it’s the reason that the prodigal son stopped eating the pig food and sleeping, while rolling in mud.  It’s knowing that you can come back, and everything that was taken will fully be restored. Wouldn’t that knowledge slipping out, make the enemy mad? He needs more distractions for car accidents, more wood for the fire in hell. He will make you think you are doing well when you are really spending your days digging through empty wells. If you chose this passive path, you are really killing yourself.

Tent City may come with it’s luxuries, but it’s really costing us all our spiritual health.  One day we will all be questioned, did we really try to pierce through when we had the light? Some will say they had water, food and the sun, some of us know the truth because the true Son lives in our hearts.

When a kingdom of darkness is being built, and believers just stand, drive by and watch still, it takes more for the good Samaritan to just come and clean the blood, we need to restore, that’s why Jesus came in and bled for us.

Where does our true high to live come from ? Are we living to go to work, and church, and back, and school, and the gym and back and the hospital, and the politics,  and the back and forth, and ourselves, are we only drawing back ? Are we living for God and the greater good of others, or are we living for our own comfort and pleasures? The difference in that answer stands the wall  dividing the reality of Tent City and tells us Who’s really watching? And which one of us  on either side truly has peace?

“We are all homeless, everyone of us… Homeless making our way back home to Christ.”

Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.                                                   Mathew 16:14

Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth.     Colossians 3:2

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Overcoming Fear and Accepting God’s hand.

Overcoming fear and accepting God’s hand through the trials.

I’m not new to this suffering. Neither is Jesus. Lately so much has been happening … riots, floods, missile launches, dirty politics…. my own weaknesses and imperfection. It’s so easy to give up and question God, like He doesn’t know what He is doing, like He is not the author and vindicator of everything that is good, like he didn’t make me fearful and wonderful to fulfill His true divine purposes for my life.

The world might raise me to hate who I am because the canal mind cannot begin to understand or discern who I  was made to be. I am better than what anyone can guess or calculate about me, because the manufacturer of my soul, God, is the only one who can rate my beauty, my worth and my potential. I am made to work for His divine purpose and His heavenly Kingdom. Forget this fallen world. Remembering God in these last days will make a difference.

 

Psalm 11

For the director of music. Of David.

In the Lord I take refuge.
    How then can you say to me:
    “Flee like a bird to your mountain.
For look, the wicked bend their bows;
    they set their arrows against the strings
to shoot from the shadows
    at the upright in heart.
When the foundations are being destroyed,
    what can the righteous do?”

The Lord is in his holy temple;
    the Lord is on his heavenly throne.
He observes everyone on earth;
    his eyes examine them.
The Lord examines the righteous,
    but the wicked, those who love violence,
    he hates with a passion.
On the wicked he will rain
    fiery coals and burning sulfur;
    a scorching wind will be their lot.

For the Lord is righteous,
    he loves justice;
    the upright will see his face.

 

 

Chosen

I remember that day, I heard the Spirit of God say, “It is time you wrote something to glorify My name.”

So I jumped on my computer, and just as I began navigating…. a birthday post pops out….. ??!!  wow… So then I felt obligated to wish this person whom I hanged with one time, a happy birthday. Shocks…. It didn’t even say it was his birthday on his profile, and I wasn’t allowed to post anything, so I facebook mailed…. Then I blanked out staring at some ad, then I was able to catch myself enough to remember that there was a paper due at 5, and I needed to head to the gym soon…. soaking heavily on worry and confusion, I lay there wondering where the days and the seconds had gone, ghost of ex boyfriends’ past, and if Trevor Noah would ever say my name… the entire thing…. mmm even darker thoughts. I didn’t feel myself distancing away from…. my quiet  time with God.

“It is time you wrote something to glorify My name.”  Wow… those words again lol. You see what Facebook can do to you ? when you are actually even looking, time likes to tiptoe behind you, especially when you are meant to be doing things for God, and exposing the devils tools to distract us. Yes, some things are made with good intentions, like the television, like sugar, like trees, human beings know how to mess things up, when they are given the right amount of demonic motivation…. friends?? family…..Our downfalls make us think that isolation from this world is what is required to be happy, but when we were distracted from God, even once, for the first time, like in the garden, when we lost sight, of what we were meant to be doing; living, to glorify His name. Instead, we became idols of ourselves, and slaves to sin, and then captives of the devil. But JESUS rewrote that script. He is the Alpha and the Omega. He is God. He is Eternity.

Rebuke the devil whenever you are tried and tested, whenever you are tempted to be distracted and calculate into worthless things, like how many people like you, how many care, how many are thinking of you, when everyone is fighting their own problems…. troubles from sin…. who introduced sin? Who was in that tried to implant the seed of rebellion, the consequences of being deported from heaven, who else would try to trick us to kill ourselves with idols, with pain, with confusion, with envy, with drugs, with gossip, with rebellion, with intrusion, with lies, with trials and seclusion…. with premarital , homosexual and adulterous sex. “Sexuality was God’s idea in the first place; he not only understands it but knows the type of power it can wield over us. And He understands how it causes us to stumble again and again. God gets it” This is why many people have been afraid to serve God, because they have been under demonic influence and bondage for so long, but in the name of Jesus, any relationship, seducer, destoyer, anything holding you back from doing god’s work will be broken and scattered before you eyes. If a decision you are making, does not have God in between you and your desired goal, then it is probably the devil in the midst of things. “Go ahead, bite that apple!” And usually this demonic encouragement will come out of the mouths of friends and family… its rare that the devil would send strangers to entice you… Deceptive intrusion, and yet we go ahead and pursue goals like porn and prostitution, an example of demonic connections through strangers.We were once tied as man and woman, as man and God, as God and bride, then some slithering snake comes, and we are living our lives by dodging from knives.

Prayer is our weapon in this constant fight. But first before anything else, before Facebook, before twitter, before the announcements of the public situation, pay attention, you are different, you are alive in a dying world, you are covered by the blood of the only God. Thank Jesus, that you are no more separated by sin, because now you know the schemes and distractions of the enemy. It is 2017, and we are still alive. The church is alive. Thank Jesus. It is time you we all did something to glorify God. Be a faithful bride to Christ.

“Evil doers are snared by their own sin, but the righteous rejoice and are glad.”

-Proverbs 29:6.