Angel of mercy
How did you find me?
Where did you read my story?
Pulled from the papers
Desperate and hardened
Seeking a momentary fix
-Mercy, One RepublicLast night we watched
22 Weeks, which arrived in the mail yesterday. It's a short, 30 minute long indie film based on a true story about a woman who goes to have an abortion done, and the baby is born still alive. Every person who believes in the sanctity of life should have a copy, and show it to your friends. The DVD is only $10 - and will help the producer get the movie out into some more theater releases. Pretty gripping, and very graphic.
One of my prayers for 2009 is that God will open up doors for me to reach out to my neighbors that live around me. We had some friends over for dinner last night, and in the middle someone rang our doorbell. There was a guy at the door who said he lived down the street in one of the not-so-good neighborhoods, and he had ridden his bike up to our house because he has no car. His wife is in the hospital at Chapel Hill with some type of cancer, and he said the doctors needed him to come sign some papers, but he had no money for gas to get someone to drive him up until someone paid him in the morning for some work he had done for them. He knew the people that lived in this house before we did (they were missionaries) and thought they would maybe help him out. He started talking about how, even though I was white and he was black, we were all children of God. He seemed sincere and not like someone just trying to get a couple bucks for booze, so I invited him inside. Apparently he grew up in the area, played basketball and football for the local high school, but had to drop out of school early because of hard times going on in his family, and so he never learned to read and write anything except his name. He said he does lawn work and car detailing to keep himself going, and told us some sad stories about how his brother had cheated him, someone robbed $200 from him the other night, and boys in the neighborhood he lives in have been trying to get after his little girl (he has 3 children). He talked a lot about the value of family, and told Anna and I that if we have parents that love us we need to hang onto that and cherish it.
He said he's been going to the 'white people's church' a couple blocks down, because they are the only ones who reach out to him.
"Sometimes", he said, "I'd just like to have someone read the Bible to me."So I invited him to come worship with us on Sundays. He has no car, but I told him he could come to our house and ride with us over to Anna's parents. I gave him a time, and he said he would come. I really hope he does. I feel like it was definitely someone that God sent to our door in need of help. This to me, is how the church, which is the people of God and not a building, should reach out into all the world.
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Amen! Praying God gives us more opportunities like these to serve, and am grateful to be serving Him alongside you. <3