Sunday morning…..
I was sitting in the back at Empty Tomb Church and there was a big guy next to me. When the offering plate passed by he looked up and said that he had nothing to give today. As he said it a few tears fell down his face… he was not crying because he had nothing, but because he could not give anything.
-Logan
Today I decided that I must write and post a blog entry. So, I’m going to take you back to the very first Urban Plunge I ever went on.
It was Saturday night about a year ago, but somehow it seems like it was just yesterday… anyway, I was training to facilitate the Urban Plunge. The group was debriefing about the day; talking about what ministry had impacted each person the most. I will never forget one of the kids talking about what happened at the Open Door Mission. While the group was doing their volunteer work there, one of the high school boys recognized a classmate from his school. He went over to say “Hi” and talk a little… just being friendly, you know. He asked his classmate if he was there volunteering too. I mean, it was pretty cool because they were both there on the same day. [Pause] His classmate answered, “Don’t tell anyone, but I live here.”
Back to the debrief room…. It got very quiet. I was shocked and so was everyone else. His face revealed his thoughts, “I live in a nice neighborhood and go to a pretty nice school. That’s not supposed to happen.” [Pause] After a bit, the sharing continued. The situations that arose that day impacted so many people’s lives… both in our group and in the lives of those they met.
