Friday, March 30, 2007

Photos

Here are some pictures of my squad. This week we went to crab park, which is right closeby to where we live. My squad consists of Matt Elcome, Matt Armstrong, Stephanie Lines, Cristina and myself. Oh, and the bald guy is Jeremy. He's not in our squad, but he likes us. Also, a photo of my enrollment that took place two weeks ago. Good times.



Saturday, March 24, 2007

Rough day

It was a rough day today...
Someone in my neighborhood was killed today in front of two little children. This was right by where we do Re:Cre8 - our local coffee shop run by 614 Vancouver. The whole block was quarantined by the police. When I went after work everything was cleaned up, but something else had happend and a woman was being taken to the hospital. I was starting to get overwhelmed so I walked home and on the way saw two crippled people fighting each other with their canes and crutches.
I was trying to sing. Trying to pray. Trying to see some hope.
Some days are just more rough than others.

Please continue to keep the DTES in your prayers.

Grace,

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Nightlights

Last week on Nightlights we went out to pray with the women in the streets.
We met two women who really stood out.
Dedra and Kyla.
One of which was a middle aged woman who is married and has a young son who was out at a birthday party - explaining why she was free to turn tricks so early in the night.
The other woman was extremely high and clinging desperately to her crack pipe. She has lived in the DTES for twelve years. Think about that. Twelve long years. By the grace of God they were both open to conversation and prayer. This actually suprised me, and I'll tell you why.
It simply amazes me that after so much abuse, so much crap that gets thrown around, so much drugs, so much of EVERYTHING that they still have parts of their hearts that aren't jaded. Both of these women were kind and gentle and open. This astounds me. I was encouraged and moved.
This stirred up my faith and I continue to pray for them.
LORD, send your grace, and your unfailling love. Pour it out. May we be like the tools that spread it around, starting with us.