Day 8.

Did DWB today with some Hosanna people. So found out yesterday that it was recommended that we make our own care packages to give out to the men and women we meet on the streets. A friend was gonna get all the items and split the costs, but she couldn't find some things so she asked me to get em. She then was gonna go out of her way to get something else, but since it was on my way I offered to get it instead. Uh so the group I was in required some patience haha. It was really difficult knowing that I should be loving, but actually not wanting to at some times. Yeah, that sounds bad and it is, but it was just alskdjaflksjdsalksd. But DWB was really great! Meeting and hearing the stories, seeing some of the homeless people's attitudes was really a blessing. Going in, I hoped to bless/be a blessing to the homeless people, but nonono it was the other way around.

3 men I remember are David, Mr. Reed, and James. I remember David because he's a South Korean immigrant. While the group was talking to him, some friends came around to ask me if they thought he was Korean or Japanese - they were pretty sure he wasn't Chinese from his accent. He allowed us to pray for him, so before praying for him, a friend asked him where he's originally from. South Korea! Weird, but I sort of felt a connection to him after or this urge to create a connection. Friends encouraged me to talk to him, but I'm just thinking HOW?! I can't speak Korean! I can go as far as "Hi how are you?" ugh what a fail. A lot of the time I feel repelled by Korean pop culture and refuse to get "sucked in" but it'd be nice to have a strong Korean background.

Mr. Reed was a really nice black gentleman outside a McDonald's. He was really eager and enthusiastic in having a conversation. Even as we talked to him and as he waited for the van to pick him up, he worked hard opening doors so he had a CHANCE of getting spare change. And even when he was ignored he politely and cheerfully said "God Bless, you have a good night!" Imagine we had that same attitude when people are just plain jerks??

James was the last man we encountered. Such a child at heart, but heart broken. When we asked him how he was doing, he was probably the only honest one to say "I'm not doing so good." I'm not sure how much of his story he told cause I couldn't hear a lot of it, but whenever he was talking his personality just woke up. He was so alive and he kept saying that everything was only possible because of God. He knew God and he trusted Him. God decides our days, He gives us air to breathe, and he decides when we breathe our last breath. A guy shivering on a cold winter night who lost his gloves to policemen still had so much trust in God. His faith was amazing. But when conversation dropped for a bit, you could see the sadness in his eyes. He had such a brave face and amazing faith.

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