Last weekend I went up to Pittsburgh with two of my friends, Jake and Chris. We went up to get some photos and video to create a “promo video” for the church plant. It was a long day, a lot of walking, a lot of driving, and a ton of eating. I didn’t mind the eating though. Can’t beat a good Gyro from a Greek street vendor with a sweet mustache and an even better accent. Then to top that off there was dinner at a little Polish pub in Bloomfield, where we got Pierogies, Kilbasa, and Halushki, cooked by a sweet old polish woman. OK what I ate has nothing to do with what I’m writing about, but I felt like reminiscing about the food!! Man I can’t wait to get up there! Anyway after we ate dinner we decided to go for a walk around the part of the east end that I’m planning on planting the church in. As we walked down the street a middle aged homeless man walked by. We all said Hi to him, and he stopped and asked us for money. We pulled out some cash and gave it to him. Then we told him we had no where we had to be, so we asked where he wanted to go eat and offered to buy him whatever he wanted. The guy made up a story then started to walk off. The interesting thing was that once he got a few steps away, he then stopped turned around and began talking to us again. After we talked for a bit, the homeless guy (his name is Mel), came straight and told us that he was a crack head and needed the money to pay off someone. He told us his story about how in the mid 80′s he had a decent job and an apartment. Then he told us about an incident when he saw his cousin get shot in the head and killed, right in front of him in the middle of the street. Mel told us that after seeing his cousin killed, he began seeking an escape and the escape he found was crack. He told us a few years later he was cleaning a gun while stung out on crack and shot himself in the head. He showed us the wound, where the 9mm bullet lodged into his scull never hitting his brain. He was lucky to be alive, but he said that he knows he is no longer completely right in the head. Mel then told us that since then he has been addicted to crack. He had lost his job, his home, his family pushed him away, and he is now living on the streets hustling to get a fix. Something that saddened me greatly was that Mel kept telling us that he has nothing and kept asking if we would just hang out with him because he has no friends. The thing that was interesting was that he never made excuses, he told us that he knows he was the one who screwed his life up. As we shared the gospel with Mel, he continued to tell us that he believed in Christ, but that he was nothing but a crack head and no one would want him, especially God. We then prayed with Mel, and I told him that even though “he made a mess of his life, and even though society sees him as just a crack head, and even though he sees himself as just a crack head, God sees him as one of his precious children who has gone astray.” I told him that in Christ he is a child of God, a co heir with Christ, not because of what he has done, but because of what Christ did. When we finished, Mel welled up with tears and gave us all hugs and went on his way. I don’t know what Mel did after he left, I don’t know if he was saved that night, but what bothered me was I did not know where to send him. Even if he became a Christian that night, I know that without a strong support structure around him, he will fall back into his addiction.
This was a powerful testimony to me. It reminded me of why I’m going up there to plant this church. All of the planing, fund raising, strategy, and programing is good, but I’m not going up there to plant an organization but to bring the Gospel to those who are hurting and dieing separated from God by their own sins.
As I began to think about this encounter, God spoke to me about the reality of sin. So many of us will look at Mel and shake our heads because we can’t understand why he would throw his life away for a temporary crack fix. We see the sad story of how he lost his family, friends, house, job, and ultimately his dignity to this little rock. But the reality is we all have done with our lives what Mel did with his. Sure many of us feel fine about ourselves because we aren’t drug addicts, and sure our sin hasn’t caused us to loose everything like Mel’s crack addiction did. But the reality is that the greatest thing Mel lost in his sin was not his house or family, but it was his relationship with the creator. We have all thrown away our relationship with God, for whatever sin that enticed us. Often we think that crack heads and junkies are so pathetic because they throw it all away for a stupid drug. But then again how many of us were willing to kick God to the side for some fleeting popularity, a stupid promotion, a house that has 5 rooms you don’t even use, a temporary fulfillment of some sexual fantasy. I don’t know what sins lie in each persons past, but the reality is we are just like Mel, willing to throw away true life for some temporal escape or fix. The scary thing is that at least Mel knows his life is jacked up, he can see the consequence of his addiction every day. But many people have thrown away their life for a simple fix, but they feel OK, because at least they aren’t a crack head, at least they still have a family, friends, a home, and a good job. The problem is they have thrown away the only thing that has true value, a right relationship with God.
Praise be to God, that He has come to redeem us through His Son. All of us were pathetic junkies, enslaved to our sin just as a crack head is enslaved to his addiction. But through Christ, He has set us free, we are no longer pathetic junkies, but God’s royal priesthood, children of the Most High. But just like Mel, without a support structure we are all bound to continue to fall back into our sin. I thank God for my brothers that are there to keep me straight and I thank God for my church family that are praying for me and encouraging me, and I thank God for my wife who as a sister in Christ continues to point me toward God. I pray that all of you have found the hope that is only found and Christ, and have surrounded yourself with a strong support structure. Please pray for Mel, I hope one day when I’m up there planting the church I will see him again and will have a place that he will have some sort of support.
The cool thing about all of this is that before our amazing polish meal, Jake, Chris, and I prayed that God would use us as lights in the city as we walked the streets. So next time you are out, ask God to give you the opportunity to pour into the life of someone who is in need. You may not live in an area that has drug adicts walking the streets, but everyone lives in an area that has people walking around who are enslaved to their sin and in need of a savior.
A final note. Just because someone addicted to crack is saved doesn’t mean that he will not have to wrestle with the addiction he has. In the same way, just because you are saved doesn’t mean that you no longer have to wrestle with the addictions you may have in your life. So set your eyes to Chris the author and perfecter of your faith and find some brothers and sisters to walk with you because we all need support.