I spent the past couple of days participating and speaking at the City Impact conference in San Francisco. 700 of us (sorry to the hundreds turned away- we ran out of space) walked around the streets of the Tenderloin district passing out hot meals, clothes, groceries, cutting hair, visiting apartments, washing feet, and various other acts of love. Mainly, we sat and listened to the stories about their lives, told them about the love of Christ and prayed for them. Some will now be discipled.
Hard to say what the greatest blessing was… Maybe it was watching my 15 year old washing and massaging the feet of homeless people for hours while telling them about Jesus. Maybe it was seeing my 11 year old pass out meals or walk the streets sharing her faith. Maybe it was watching my wife lead worship in a room full of passionate worshippers. Maybe it was the opportunity to preach to a gathering of believers who spent the day living out what they believed. Maybe it was listening to the stories of lost people and being able to speak truth into their lives.. Ultimately, it was a great time watching my family join with other believers who were willing be uncomfortable. I’m used to seeing this on mission trips, but not so much in our own backyard.
And yes, Rachel is safely home from Thailand. Thanks for your prayers. Now comes the task of trying to live the Spirit-filled life right here, amidst our comfort-driven culture. Something the whole family is trying to do. It was nice that we were able to do it for a weekend, but now we’re trying to make it the norm.