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The Value of an Angry Drunk Man

March 29, 2010 Leave a comment
Antquan in the Parking Lot Church

Antquan in the Parking Lot Church

I like pretty women and I really enjoy talking with them. Angry drunk men on the other hand are generally not quite as enjoyable for me. It should come as no surprise then that when I encountered two such drunken men last Thursday night I didn’t think my evening was getting off to a good start.

When I arrived on the streets of Hollywood last Thursday to meet up with the rest of the Broken Hearts Ministry team I quickly encountered a drunken man stumbling down the sidewalk toward me. He was so wobbly that he had to use the wall of the buildings to his left to keep from falling. I made eye contact with him as we approached each other and he seemed to have enough sense to fall onto a windowsill before I passed, presumably to avoid falling on me. As I passed him we made eye contact again and I smiled but we did not exchange words. After I had passed I heard him shout something angrily at me but I could not make out his words over the sounds of the rushing cars. Seconds later I met up with the team… who was being told a thing or two by a second drunk man. Read more…

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Midnight on Skid Row

February 22, 2010 Leave a comment
Last night I took a midnight trip to Skid Row with my friend Jorge and a few people I had never met before. I had been to Skid Row once before with some other friends, a couple years ago, but that was during the day.

For those that aren’t familiar with Skid Row, allow me to explain, from my perspective. First, here is a (slightly modified) quote from Wikipedia: “The area contains one of the largest stable populations of homeless persons in the United States. Informal population estimates range from 7,000 to 8,000. People passing through this area immediately see cardboard boxes and camping tents lining the sidewalks.” People find themselves living on Skid Row for a number of reasons, but the reasons are almost always drug-related. I was told during my first visit not to touch the walls or ground lest I catch an excrement-related disease. Needless to say, I carried hand-sanitizer with me and used it several times. While on that first trip, I witnessed one man going from woman to woman propositioning them for free and unprotected sex. He had two takers in a one-hour time span. At least they had the decency to do it in the privacy of the bathroom ONE of the two times. The other time was in plain view of everyone. Everyone and everything seemed to reek of poop and pot. The point I am trying to make is that most of these people have no respect for themselves. They have forgotten how to love themselves and how to be loved by others. Mostly, they just exist and live from one fix to the next. Read more…

Natasha – The Search for Something…

November 9, 2009 Leave a comment

This week I was paired up with Jen to go out on the street and share the love of Jesus. After a few minutes of walking up and down our stretch of Santa Monica Blvd, we found a prostitute wearing a miniskirt and high heels standing alone in the cold waiting for his next customer to drive up. Jen and her bubbly personality got the conversation rolling quickly and so it took mere moments to learn that his name is “Natasha” and that it was his birthday. We also learned that he is writing an autobiography detailing the various hardships in his life and how he has overcome them. He volunteered to us that he has spent a lot of time alone lately just reflecting on his life and considering ways to improve it. Very early on in the conversation, Jen asked Natasha what he would like prayer for. Natasha quickly suggested that we pray for God to help him with his book. Well… we spoke with Natasha for roughly thirty minutes and most of that time was focused on empathizing with Natasha’s pain and frustration with things like the self-perpetuating prison system and parents who abuse and neglect their children instead of loving them. Natasha had lots of things to say and we were there to listen… and agree. At the end of the conversation, we asked again what he would like prayer for. This time, he was too choked up to give a proper answer. With tears in his eyes, he said, “Just that God would give me…” But Natasha couldn’t finish his own sentence because even he wasn’t sure what it is exactly he is searching for.

As we said our goodbyes, I gave him a hug and wished him a happy birthday. We invited him to the Refuge church service and he said he would join us shortly. Later, he did actually come by for a few minutes but he left shortly after getting a plate of pizza.

Please pray that Natasha keeps searching for and eventually finds God.

Pit of Despair

August 25, 2009 Leave a comment

The following is a true and very sad story about a young man who was thrust into a bad situation without his consent but is now quickly approaching death through his own choices and actions.

This last Friday night, I was at one of my favorite places to be, the streets of Hollywood. The beginning of my night was spent introducing roughly 20 first-timers to our street ministry. After prayer as a large group, we separated into groups of twos and threes and headed out onto the sidewalks to strike up conversations with addicts, prostitutes, security guards, merchants, and the like. This Friday, I was grouped with a man and his young daughter. Since there were a lot of first-timers out that night and because my two partners were a bit shy, I spent a lot of time just showing them around. We also spent a lot of time in prayer. We prayed for the men going in and out of the adult book store, the security guards, police officers, and more. Read more…

Hope in a Time of Darkness [**]

April 22, 2009 Leave a comment
The financial institutions are failing. The governments are raising taxes and making questionable compromises. Both public and private educational systems are being clobbered. Unemployment and debt are skyrocketing. The moral fabric of society has been almost completely replaced by political correctness and “hope”. 

Where then shall we seek refuge in this chaos? I heard this story years ago:

There once was a farm where there lived a hen and her chicks. One night a fire broke out in the barn where the hen and her chicks were at. As the fire spread, the smoke thickened, and the heat increased, the mother hen frantically called her chicks to her. She said, “Hurry! Come here my little ones! Take refuge under my wings and I will protect you.” So that is what the chicks did; they hid under the wings of their mother.

The fire was of course too much for the hen and so she died. After the fire had been extinguished, the farmer walked around surveying the damage. He came across a blackened clump that he recognized as his now diseased hen. He then kicked the hen’s blackened corpse. To his surprise, bright yellow spots began to emerge from the blackened hen. The hen had given her life, but it was not in vain! Her chicks had been saved!