Shawn came into the Space today. He was here when I arrived. It didn’t take too long to figure out that he was looking for someone to talk to. He is obviously homeless, unkempt and strung out. After praying together and trying to infuse him with some hope for the future, all I could do was keep the lemonade coming to quench his physical thirst and provide tissues for the tears. I point him to the One who can take his thirst away forever. It’s up to Shawn to take the needed steps out of the darkness. He has been offered life. But sometimes things look so black and bleak it doesn’t seem like there is any way out of the hole. I know. I’ve been there. Sometimes it takes a hand to reach down and yank us out into the light. I pray God provides that person. Glad today that it was me. Thank you, Jesus, for having allowed me to descend into my own personal darkness so that I might understand the reality of Shawn’s pain and despair. Rescue him as only you can. I love this job.
