Not for The Weak

Not for the weak. You better have your wits about you. I think it is always this way. Although most people are ignorant remember once I went undercover to a homeless shelter. What I mean by that as is I was a mule. Who had no real reason of being there.

Using it. I come out unwelcome and alive. I think I deserved it.

I can't really fake certain things. The truth is people have real problems and it is offensive to make a mockery or belittle these problems.

By not stating our case or dysfunction and pedastools like people who live on the streets have a keen sense of survival. It's tough and rough. I couldn't believe how many were living their lives dangerously using heavy drugs to compensate for the struggle.

The life they were living. I couldn't believe the fire hat people adapted too.

Many lived like this was normal. It is the farthest thing from normal. I am going on these streets to work the gospel. Toughing out not strung out on heavy drugs bye. Bye. I will see you in the morning.

I sensed a whole bunch of that suffering that gritty survival which is not to be trifled with. When people are trying to just get bye. Since then, I have slept outside on the streets in the cold, on park benches and felt the bitter coldness of survival what it feels like to wake up in the morning outside of a bedroom that is warm. To see the warm sun and pray that you made it another day. I did make it and it is not easy. It is not fake.

Not to mention the unexpected series of towns of city events. That pissed people off. What is it.. I love when faith works without me because I know it is true. When the light bulb clicks and goes off for someone and they start working their faith. Mastery or excellence. Give me this thing that we see I can get it to for me. I know it does I get to smile and watch another madman for Jesus take off.

Pull it together to be made whole broken poured out. Put back together again. Lord Jesus I love You. It does work perhaps it is me wanting to be more effective in a way or recognizable there are hues of unspoken this is off of death row talk, off the green mile.

Catching up with my body and my spirit.

The world is precarious evil changeable very treacherous I am not naive Its the world and times are closing. In these closing seasons for some it must be like the retirement steroid plan, fast. You better believe I am doing everything I want in Christ.

Staying at a homeless shelter. I have always been one of those who thinks. I must be on to something if someone wants me dead or this or that.This drives me to maybe take another look! I want to know what is this provocative thing that drives people mad? It draws an interest not a disinterest!

Why is it or what is that that has so much power to and exposes the evil of man. We are either getting killed for it or getting ready to see for it. Potency of Christ.

New York City is no doubt a beautiful city it is always was even before I came here. All this confusion? The confusion sort of set in. Who I am and why O love? What is it? I see clearly. Speaking life into the I cant's, which is never true. I sincerely mean that and not as a hypocrite.

For me there is no such thing as I can't.

Jesus Christ Forevermore