pharisee KILLER

Crack kids, track kids, hookers and robbers
The naked and hungry, mothers and fathers
Abuses, excuses, and guns in your hands
And I even welcome the arrogant man
I welcome you all to the biggest of feasts
A night of no shame
To pause and to breathe
This is a night of love’s renovation
A feast I am sure that could change a whole nation

Odds are, these people will never beat the crack and alcohol. But their lives can still be changed. The meal is open to anyone, but it isn’t technically free. Price of admission is hearing from God’s word first. But I step back and wonder, which act is more beneficial. For some reason, I’m leaning towards the food.

I see a school. I see empty space. I see no playground.

I see the need for a slide but I applaud the ingenuity.

I see innocence. I see statistics. I see a rare form of happiness.

Like casting hexes and mixing potions type of witch. Maria dealt with her past daily from others. But not anymore. People avoided her – which to me, means her previous lifestyle affected people. She has diabetes and the dreaded foot issues. From my vantage point, there is no way she could get up to where I was standing. Literally, it’s probably been an extensive period since she has left her home. And when I say home, I mean where she has a door to shut behind her. If these people stood in front of her home, you wouldn’t see the “house” in the picture. She sleeps sitting up because her four foot and eleven inch frame is too large…

We’re going to build her a house.

The building where the church worships and where the feeding center is housed. I danced with drunk here…I asked him how he made money to buy alcohol, he said by dancing. So of course I asked for proof.

The name of the church.

Rad church art work.

All churches need greeters, bouncers, and disciples. The big guy does all three and is in the middle of the latter. His name is Eli.

Nobody drives. Everybody walks. Some walk farther to church than you do during your workout. And my camera does the terrain no justice.

Others roll and or push themselves.

Kids doing what kids do.

Music.

Pastor Jorge.

The church has been in existence for less than a year.

I have been in Costa Rica…I have been inspired…I assumed I would be able to blog some amazing content…

I sit down…nothing comes to my finger tips…lots of things are worthy of mention…like when we were praying for a boy who has been having “fits” at night. As soon as Spencer started to pray…something wasn’t normal…as far as prayers go…the boy had his eyes closed and was shaking his head back and forth…I got cold…I got goose bumps…like something demonic was there as well…see this was worthy of blogging…but

As I sit here I feel God wants me to “blog” with my hands and feet…that what I say doesn’t matter…

So I’ll shut up now…