There have been some things happening on Guadalupe St lately that is affirming my faith . I keep seeing dirty, smelly, homeless punkrockers and hippies and gypsies looking at me like I'm "the Messiah". I am only delivering the message. I've had to tell people I'm not Jesus. This is very weird and awkward when people ask you ," Are you "the Messiah or a prophet or something?" I get revelations that are way beyond my own mind sometimes. God does say that prophesy is a gift of the holy spirit. I've also seen more and more of these people reading bibles. I hold signs on the street and see eyes melt into sorrow when they read them, and in some tears. A guy I've known of for years (whom I don't particularly care for) has started to beg me to talk to him about Jesus. he goes to prison a lot and gets out after a couple of years. So there are long stretches where I don't see him. I don't ever miss him. Sometimes I wonder if he will ever stay out of trouble. I don't trust him. Maybe God wants us to reach out to people even if we don't trust them. This scares me. What if my own preservation is causing me to sin? We need to be o.k with the idea that we might die or get ripped off or beat up for the name of Christ. "I want you to tell me about Jesus."he says. "Why do you want me to do this? I asked. "I don't see anyone walking in christ like you do, David. Do you remember the time you were sleeping and I threw that big rock at you".
"Yeah, it hurt really bad and you almost hit my head with it."
" You didn't beat me up after I threw it at you. You didn't even hesitate about forgiving me."
" I only did what Jesus would do." I need to do more with him(Billy) and I have to get over the fact that I don't trust him further than I can throw him. He doesn't look as ominous as he used to. I used to think that Billy was beyond the help of any prayer.
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