Pastor Jeff’s Full Blog Posts
At the beginning of this month, our landlord of many years who has graciously allowed us to live in this house at the rent of 600 per month and then a year ago he raised it to 650. Now due to an increase of taxes and his wife’s deteriorating health he needs to sell the house.
So we started exploring the area to find new lodgings only to find out that rent on the average exceeds what we have as income by some 2 to 400 dollars and that doesn’t even address utilities and deposits and first and last and application fees and so on and so forth.
So what were we to do? Well I have a favorite psalm it is #61 and it says “Hear my cry, O Lord, attend unto my prayer from the ends of the earth do I call unto Thee…. When my heart is faint lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For Thou art my refuge and a strong tower against the enemy.”
So there I am in the shower crying out saying “I have nothing but you. We have but $1963.13 that is it. Your servants will be on the street and I tell you Lord I do not want to be there and I am sure my wife would agree.” I laid out what I thought we could do but that HE would provide the finances cause we don’t have the money “and what’s more You know we don’t have the money.” And by that time I had worked myself into a state of tears standing wet naked and crying before God. Then this remarkable peace just settled over me I had been heard and now I needed to wait.
Last Sunday God sent the answer and we have the funds for the motor home and then Monday morning I received a call from a friend and there had been another pledge towards the motor home and the liberty to go from searching to hunting. So that is where we are now: hunting and seeking God’s anointing for the right motor Home. So that is where we are currently. Please keep praying……
Just about an hour ago this young woman in her 20’s trying to imitate the appearance of man came into the store portion of the gas station I was buying gas from. She wandered around picking up two sandwiches pocketing one while putting the other back and then the chips and then a large can of beer and then she made her dash for the car and the clerk grabbed her before she got the door open.
I paid for my gas and my mocha and was leaving when the police blocked the entrance to the station with squad cars. A few moments later they are escorting the gal out and the police officer comes to me and says, “The clerk says you saw what happened.” and I nodded. “She is hungry and doesn’t have money for gas or food and was trying to steal both.”
The officer chuckles and says, “Yeah for the third time today. These guys were on the ball and caught her.”
I walked over to the squad car and took out a card and said as I tucked it into her pocket. “If by some grace of God you get out come to this address. There I can give you food, a shower and maybe some clothes and a blanket if you need them.”
She just sat there looking at me and then said in a hushed voice, “Why?”
And I smiled and said, “Because, God really does love you.”
She just kept staring even as the squad car was pulling away. The police would not tell me her name but the clerk said he heard her say Sandy……so pray for Sandy who is now sitting in a holding cell somewhere. Pray for mercy and that she will show up at Sanctuary and find Sanctuary in the Arms of Jesus.
When you become a Christian God automatically enrolls you in to the prestigious of the Holy Ghost University. It is a place where the Holy Spirit teaches both in and through the written word of God and then also the hands on experience. In the world they call it the Lab but in Christendom it is called Trials and Tribulations.
Now we have all heard the stories of how a person or a couple through no fault of their own ended up losing all that made them secure. Their home and belongings and their pets and ……well everything. And this is presented in about 20 to 30 seconds of air time on the local news or a documentary that is usually dealing with a different issue altogether and so the story gets lost in the presentation. In my ministry I have listen to probably 100s of such stories. But, because I lived in a house and was not facing spending time on the streets or losing all *MY* stuff it never really impacted me.
But now my wife and I are looking down the barrel of that gun so to speak. The house that we have been living in for many years is going to be sold and we are finding out that we do not have anywhere we can afford to move to.
All the stories that we who are housed tend to ignore about the shortages of housing or the paranoia of landlords with their extensive and expensive application background forms are true. For an example they want an application for each adult and each application carries a fee of $30 to $50 on average and if you are not approved you lose the money. A house the same size as what we have starts around $1200 to $1500 per month so when the rent exceeds your income by $200 per month or you can’t afford all the hoops then you get to enter into faith building time by getting on your knees and doing a whole lot of praying at a much deeper level.
Now let us make something clear here. I am not posting this to pluck at your heart strings and make you feel sorry about us in the vain hope that you would pour out a ton of money or anything like that. As an urban missionary, part of my mission is to expand your understanding of the height and depth and breadth of the Kingdom of God. I also write to demonstrate the power and glory of our Lord and our Father. So what I am doing right now is setting the stage (so to speak) so that when the Lord comes and rescues us out of this situation that you will be able to marvel and rejoice equally with us. Then you will know where we started from, how we walked through the trial and how the deliverance came to pass. That is my purpose and hope…….
That is not to say that if one of you showed up on our door step with the keys and title to a spacious mansion that I would turn my nose up at it either!! I might be crazy but I am not stupid….;~P
So that is where we are on our journey so far.
The Lord’s hand is in this….I have felt in my spirit that we, Yvan and I were going to embark on a journey together for some years now, but I could not see how it could be brought to pass. Well this is how…I guess!
My the Lord Bless you and keep you and give you peace.
Around 3:30 this afternoon I was at the dollar store on Foster.
There was this very loud and obnoxious woman roaming through the store calling out this name and issuing threats. I came around the end of the isle and squatting between two displays was this little girl not more than 8 years old and she was praying quite fervently for Jesus to protect her from this woman. About the same time the loud woman came around the other side and was attempting to grab her and I stopped her.
“Who do you think you are?” she bellowed.
Looking at the little girl I said, “Her protection from you. You see, she was praying to Jesus to provide her with protection from you and I…well I work for Jesus the Christ. So, are you her mother?”… and the girl says quickly “NO! She is a neighbor.”
“Did your Mom ask her to watch over you?”
Now the loud and obnoxious woman is looking like she wants to grab the girl again but the little girl puts her hand in mine and steps behind me.
Well while this was all going down, Mark the Manager has been on the phone and is escorting a couple of Portland’s finest to the isle. The neighbor sees the cops and bolts but doesn’t get far. It seems that the neighbor doesn’t like kids and likes to scare and torment them. She has been warned before, but today’s adventure gets her arrested.
After the excitement subsides a little I learn that my charge is named Maria. I get to call Maria’s mother, who comes to the store to pick up her daughter.
When Maria’s mom shows up, Maria says, “Momma it worked just like you said.” It seems that Maria had only become a Christian with her mother about 6 months ago and her mother had told her that if she was ever in need of a protector Jesus would provide one. And it seems He did. Actually 2 of them, for Mark is a brother in Christ also.
But is that not the way of the Lord when he is pouring out a blessing? Pressed down and over flowing……
There was a knock on my door just a moment ago. An older man, late 40s or early 50s he had a 6.75 horse power mower and a gas can and he wanted to sell it to me. I did not need it nor did I have the money to buy it.
I could see the exasperation in his eyes so I asked if he was thirsty and he said he was so I invited him in and sat him down I brought him a mug of ice water. He inhaled that so I said, “More?” He nodded and out I came with another. As he was working on that one I asked him if he was hungry and he was so I cranked out a couple of PBJs and a stick of celery and a clump of grapes, fresh off my vines, and another mug of water.
Then my guest said, “Are you Muslim?”
I said, “No, Christian.”
“Really? Never met a Christian who treated me like this usually they either won’t talk or they tell me to get a real job or repent. Or I have to come to their church to get something I don’t need.”
I say nothing….then I ask if he is on the streets. “Not yet,” he says. “Why?”
“Oh I thought that if you were on the streets you might want to take a shower.”
“You’re serious aren’t you?”
“ Yup,” I said.
“What’s your name or handle?”
“My friends call me Faithwalker,” extending a hand. It is received gladly and his name is Mark. Then Mark thanked me for the lunch and took the mower and walked off.
St Francis once said we were to always preach the gospel and sometimes even use words. (or something close to that.)