So far the academic semester has been good to me,
consistently pulling in some of the highest marks of my career. I have since
moved off the Laidlaw campus to help restore healthy sleeping patterns after
being woken up one to many times in the middle of the night by Freshmen. It
seemed I would wake up when they would go to bed so it didn’t quite work out J
Two weeks ago after pushing through a particularly intense week of study
(trying to wrap my head around the atonement+ being woken up at 3am a few
nights in a row by kids) I was physically and emotionally exhausted. One of my
professors noticed this and invited me out to the Hibiscus Coast Orewa ,
taking in an art gallery and even finding new swim trunks at an op shop for $5.
In the afternoon, I reflected on the life of anchorite, Julian of Norwich for my
class on Historical Spirituality that challenged me to press further into God. That night I attended a Catholic service where
I heard more of the Bible read, sung and prayed aloud than at any Protestant
service I've ever been to (yikes!). I left encouraged. Returning to my guest house, I
felt as If I needed to write down my thoughts to a friend and seek their
forgiveness, but not exactly sure when to bring it up. On Sunday I hitched back
into Auckland
central where I took in another art gallery with friends after reading one of
my favorite theologians, T.F. Torrance, in the public library. That night I was able
to apologize to my friend and it was well received. At 5am Monday morning, I
woke up out of nowhere and felt the overwhelming love and forgiveness of God,
right where I was laying. I sat up, cried and spent time in God’s presence as
his child before dozing back to sleep.
Above: From the Auckland Art Gallery.
Fast forward five days (last Friday), my evangelist buddy
Aaron and I decided to hit the streets again in a notoriously dark area of the
city. This event occurs on a semi-regular basis. What doesn’t normally occur is
us teaming up with another group of guys from a cluster group called Activate.
Firstly, it was encouraging to see 8-10 other men with a passion for Jesus that
I haven’t really seen in my time here. Secondly, two of the guys had studied
ministry/evangelism at Bethel Church in Redding ,
California Queen
Street on my heart and was set to get over there
and see if the person from my list was on there. After a group prayer on K Road I was organized into a team of
three, Brendan Aaron and myself. We set out towards Queen Street and on the
way we ran into multiple people that we talked to and offered to pray for, but
alas, no takers. When we arrived to Burger Fuel, the trio stepped inside the
building and surveyed the scene. A few young couples, some older women sitting
in the back and a table full of middle eastern/ Muslim guys. I smiled
internally, “awesome,” I thought to myself. Not one of these folks is on my
list at all! Phew. Thanks God. We walked back outside when Aaron and I looked
at Brendan with a, what’s next? Brendan asked us if anyone was on our lists of things that had been placed on
our hearts. We both said, “not really,” when Brendan came over and looked at my
list. “Hmm, Burger Fuel, Queen
Street , beard (a physical feature of the potential
person I would/could meet)…. “well, what about these guys,” he said to me while
pointing at the table of Muslim guys. I instantly said no, as these folks
weren’t wearing any of the items of clothes I had listed such as yellow rain
jackets or a red scarf etc. Brendon told me, “it doesn’t always work like this,
I think this is the group of guys you need encounter, ready?” I exclaimed “no,”
and we moved from the inside of the burger joint to the door way leading back onto the safe street.
Just a little background on this moment. I have spent hours
and hours on the streets with drunks, prostitutes and homeless folks in three
countries and two continents. I’ve shared the good news of Jesus Christ
hitch-hiking, in homeless shelters and have seen miraculous things. I’ve been
prophecied over (correctly), have been used to heal a person through prayer and
firmly believe in the bodily resurrection of Jesus Christ with every ounce of
my being. None of that meant squat on that busy street this particular
Friday evening. I was scared. Real scared. I had never asserted myself into
another person (or groups) reality without having first starting a
conversation with them. All of that though, the drunks and prostitutes etc., have
been within my zone of comfort. My zone of comfort may not look like others,
but in a similar vein, my default setting is to operate out of what is comfortable to me.
Backing from the doorway to the street, my breathing became heavy and I felt
like a little boy. Brendon asked me if I was ready again, to which I decided to
just go for it after saying a quick prayer for courage.
Picture your first time on a
high-dive board or on the side of a cliff with the water looming beneath you…
if you over think it, you’re going to psyche yourself out… all you really need
to do is take that first step out and gravity does the rest. Gravity took over.
I began moving towards this table of guys and shortly had all eyes on me. I
introduced myself and asked for a moment of their time as I explained why me
and the two guys behind me were out that night. I shared with how I thought God
had lead me to these guys, showing them my “treasure list.” I don’t know how to
describe the feel at the table. Maybe they were open to it, half smiling as if
they were overcome with the awkwardness and novelty of the moment. One of the
guys at the back of the table was mocking us (in a good nature) and I was able
to affirm his comments that this was a bit awkward and that won the group over
some. I showed them my list and asked if anyone had a cough or cold and wanted
prayer. At first, all said no, but that quickly changed. A guy whose name I
can’t pronounce looked up at me and told me he was sick after observing my
list. I asked him if I could pray for him. “Right here?!?, he exclaimed. “Why
don’t you pray for me on your way out?” I didn’t really know what to say until
Aaron stepped in and said, “bro, it’s nothing weird, we don’t even have to
touch you.” The man agreed, and I can’t remember right now if I put my hand on
his shoulder (I think I did?) or just held them out in front of me. I prayed
with a boldness and I had never seen before in me, after taking this plunge.
Praying with your eyes open is somewhat hard, but as I looked into his eyes, I
looked into the eyes of a man who was completely awed, holding on to each and
every word spoke. I prayed healing over him in the name of Jesus Christ again
and again along with a number of other things. When the amen came, he thanked
me. The energy of the table was very much changed. Brendan had a few words that
had been put on his heart for another guy at the table which really spoke to
him. We said our goodbyes and headed out into the night where we would meet
three more people in a meaningful way, but I won’t go into that now. We the trio, wrapped up praising God and went to a pub near where we had initially parked.
Over a beer, each team shared the amazing way God had met them on the street.
Amazing. The joy at the table was full as we praised God.
God is very much
alive in Aotearoa.
Thank you all for your prayers and love. My heart has
already begun the 8,000 mile journey home to Sequim. My mind and body are still
very present as scholastically it all boils down to this. Not an ounce of
‘senioritis’ is to be found in my body and I’m striving to do the best I can
with what God has allowed me to have in this season. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Some months ago, I listened to a lecture on doctrine where the preacher said, "your joy is directly connected to how much you're willing to reflect Jesus." Whether this is in everyday life such as humbling yourself to ask someone for forgiveness or in situations where we need to trust God with everything because our strength or personality will only carry us so far... my prayer is that God would sustain our faith, in Christ, making us more and more like the risen saviour who represents all of renewed humanity. Praise the Father, Praise the Son, Praise the Spirit.
His and yours,
piper
