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jason

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kenneth.

tonight i met a guy named kenneth. he was from oklahoma. there was a strange tone in his voice as he walked up to sarah and i. he didnt want money. in a desperate tone, he said “no, no, just buy me something to eat!”
this started a night of living.
kenneth, sarah and i started out around atlanta. we began our journey at fellinis on ponce de leon. i love the pizza there. sarah and i had just finished eating at chin chin (on howell mill. another excellent restaurant) so we werent hungry, but my brotha was! A salad drink and two slices filled him up and he was very greatful. we sat and talked about life, our family, how he was raised, hard times, etc. He told me that he had gotten robbed when he got here and lost everything he had. i saw the scars. he told me about the abuse he recieved when he was a child and that he was a product of incest. i didnt get into the fact that i was a middle class white guy, maybe because it was obvious and there was no way i could relate. i just liked the fact that we shared this time together. we were honest. i really loved this guy. he really loved us. he said so.
the streets of atlanta had him discouraged. he had only been here for fourty eight hours. people had shewed him away like he was an animal, told him he was worthless, and made him feel rejected. the people i mentioned that had robbed him earlier had actually left their teeth marks in his back where they decided it would be a good idea to bite him.

my new friend kate was throwing a birthday party for andy so we decided to go over there. I knew Christ would be there and i knew kenneth needed Christ tonight. as we walked up, my friends welcomed us and without second thought, kenneth was family to us all. the rest of the night we spent hanging out talking, and eating cake. Not once did kenneth seem out of place or feel out of place.
my friend slipped me $50 to help the guy out and said to me that he didnt want to make him feel out of place by handing him the cash. that pretty much summed it up for me. he never did. he said he felt like he was around family. We should to not make people feel awkward because of their race or financial status just because they dont fit with our group. everyone one should find equality… ESPECIALLY if you call yourself a christian.
kenneth felt loved. he felt accepted in the midst of a city that had hurt him, and he found this all in the body of christ.
we found him a place to stay and gave him some cash and had to say goodbye, but i will never forget my brother. i will never forget the things God was speaking to me during this time.
the very words from his mouth were that he felt loved, appreciated, and accepted (and “that cake is so good it’ll make you slap yo mama!) He talked of Gods blessing him when he was in need. earlier on i had asked him what God looked like, later that night he told us that he had seen Christ
i say all this in hopes that we will all be encouraged to love one another and tear down walls that seperate us from friends and family that we dont even know.

jason

thomas.

i’ve been thinking long and hard about our community, the poor, children and widows and those that live in the margins. Last year i went with some friends on a regular basis to hand out clothing and give coffee and water to people that resided on street corners and in shelters. it was an awesome time of trying really hard to make people from the street feel accepted and loved and just normal. what blew me away was that on several occasions, as we passed out goods, i noticed (literally!) that they would take these items to the corner just down the block and sell what was just given to them as a gift. after a little more research and coming to grips with what i knew to be a horrible reality, these folks were selling these gifts for a profit to support a habit.
it was at that point that i knew that if we are ever to change the face of poverty, we must get involved.
it was sobering. i think that with realization comes responsibility.
i believe in community. i believe that if we are to reach folks, it should be our job to make them feel accepted. it is a known fact that in all of us we have a desire to belong. it empowers us and gives us purpose. Christ wants us to belong to Him. so what i’m saying is that what if we took the time in our own lives to make people feel welcome, to help them know they are loved. would we be imitating Christ? i think most certainly! Christ gives us all the call to follow him. (this isnt about your theology) He wants us to find meaning in Him and find our purpose in the cross.
so all i’m saying is get involved. give someone the power to feel human.

what does the resurrected Christ look like to those around us?

jason