After a few weeks during which I warmed up with some weird experiences, I thought it was time to do something serious this time.
2 months ago, with my cell group in Shanghai, we went out a few times on the street to give food to homeless and pray for them.
I wanted to do the same here in Paris. I didn’t want the fact that I was alone to do it to prevent me to actually doing it. Also, it was a bit weird to do this in my neighborhood where I’ve lived all my life but it wasn’t an excuse either.
So here is what happened from Monday to Thursday. The last 3 days I didn’t find any homeless and/or I got a little bit burnt out. Therefore, I failed to this challenge 🙁
I was looking for a homeless and hadn’t found any. Then, a bed on the street called my attention and I went there. The owner wasn’t there so I decided to put the bag on his bed.
Just before arriving at the doctor’s office (routine check-up for my dad), a woman asked us for money. I then gave her the bag with a new testament that she apparently didn’t care at all.
I was just going out from a shop and I saw a guy, lying on the street. There was an empty can of beer next to him. I called him to see if he was still conscious and gave him the bag when he woke up.
Very very interesting…
I saw an old lady walking very slowly with heavy bags and I guessed she was very poor. As I stopped behind her to take a picture (to publish it here) and then approached her, a guy, intrigued and suspicious came very close to us to check what I was trying to give to the lady. She refused the food and I just left.
What is really interesting is the following: I was looking for another homeless and stopped to a cross street with a guy sit on the stairs. I was a intimidated because at that place, there are a lot of people. I was more afraid by the people walking by than by the homeless.
So instead of going directly towards him, I stopped to take a breath and pray. Then I realized that it was stupid to be ashamed and took the courage to get closer to him. As I was going to open my backpack to take out the food, there was a bee… on the backpack. It was really weird. Why would a bee land on my backpack in the middle of the street where there is no flower around?
I observed it and started to think if it was a sign from God to not open my backpack and instead, He wanted me to head towards another place to find someone else. So I started to blow out on the bee but nothing happened. it didn’t move.
I then took a direction which was towards where the bed from Monday was. Do you remember?
I walked about 40 meters where finally the bee went away. I looked around and there was no homeless. So I continued walking towards the street where the bed was. When I saw the bed, I then realize there were 2 guys, one among them was « playing » music.
Again, I was a bit surprised and scared but I did go to see them. The host was on his 50s’ and a young guy was sit next to him. I then explained to the old man who I was the one who let food for him on Monday. He forgot because he said that there were many people who often come and give food and also evangelize to him (not only Christian).
We talked and long story short:
- He has a catholic background and is now disgusted of the Church
- He believes in Bob Marley’s philosophy
- He seems open to talk about faith
- He’s a positive person
- His name is Patrick
Doing this alone wasn’t easy. Also, I didn’t prepare me a lot spiritually before going out. At some point, I was doing it like a robot. Just because it was a challenge.
Good experience but I can do much much better!
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