So I haven`t really blogged something in a well thoughtout way in a long time. Partly because I`m lazy and don`t have time and partly because nothing has really happened that I felt compelled to blog strongly. Today is one of those rare days......
I woke up early in the morning, 5:30am to be at the meeting spot by 8:00am. The job I had taken up was one of those sketch jobs where you get a lawn machine and go door to door asking if people in the suburbs want to get their lawn arrated. You make a commission of how much you do and get paid cash the day of. Its good way to make good money in a short amount of time and the hours are flexible, perfect for someone like me who needs money for school but has a lot of other things that takes up time. One can imagine what kind of people this kind of job attracts, something I had in the back of my mind but didn`t really think much of until I was thrown into a van with 7 other guys I didn`t know and a driver tell us what we need to do. They were all punk kids like me in their late teens early twenties all looking for some quick cash. There was a wide spectrum of interesting characters. I didn`t think much of it at the time since I figured I wouldn`t see many of them again after the day as the shifts are all sporadic and different.
Two hours after being picked up we were on the streets of a rich suburb in Brampton dragging our arration machines around, trying to make a sale!(I had no clue where we were since get dropped off us to whichever neighborhood we work in that day. In regards to the logistics of the job, I knew what I was getting into, a long day of walking around going door to door soliciting to people. I got exactly that, the first few hours went by pretty fast I zipped by 5984390 houses knocking and talking to the people that happened to be home.
What did I learn: the spiritual climate of the suburbs is very dry and dead. Everyone is scared and distrustful. Its like their comfortable, wealthy lifestyle has built up a huge fortress between them and Christ. I felt like I was LITERALLY in a desert. Spiritually, Physically and economically (business wasn`t doing so well).
There is so much spiritual oppression. People are like an lion with a splinter in his paw caged in a zoo. They want help. You can see in their eyes that they are in pain and want a way out, but they are too scared and end up lashing out when someone walks in to help them. Someone has to approach them very carefully, gain their trust before the lion will extend its paw for the splinter to be extracted.
Many are waiting for someone to come to them...
Housewives are scary! Many were actually home taking care of the children and couldn`t make a decision about the lawns because their husbands weren`t home. They were soo oppressed. Especially the Muslim and Hindu ones. The whole cultures stemming from those religions are spiritually oppressive and toxic both for the men and women.
After talking to so many housewives it has confirmed my conviction:
I will never be able to survive with a worldly spouse. The pride of woman is a scary thing. Hard to explain right now just think of the picture of Sarah laughing at what God said when He told her she was going to have a baby compard to Mary.... night and day
Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. 1 Peter 3:3
I need a woman who loves God period and actually loves Him none of those woman with a Sarah faith, they laugh at God (many in the church have that) I haven`t seen many with a Mary faith, faith and humilty that is summed up in joyful praise
My soul glorifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior Luke 1:46-47
“Behold, I have discovered this,” says the Preacher, “adding one thing to another to find an explanation, 28which I am still seeking but have not found. I have found one man among a thousand, but I have not found a woman among all these. Ecc 7:27-28
I can see the godly beauty of a woman a mile away....
godly men attract godly woman
carnal men atrract carnal
lukewarm men attract lukewarm women
Anyway after that little blurb, (I have one on godly men as well which I feel is twice as lacking as women)
After many hours of very unfruitful physical labour feeling very empty and dry, I started to think to myself: Here I am going house to house being constantly rejected working for this company that I have just joined for the purpose of making money. Why the heck can`t I do the same thing for Christ and store up treasures in heaven? I started to try to share my faith with a few people who rejected my sales pitch or whose parents weren`t home.
WOW! When you are obedient to God in faith to Him despite whatever circumstance you are in, He is Faithful! God did some crazy stuff.
At one door there was a kid who was a ``Christian`` but not really since everyone is Christian or Catholic. I ended up sharing my testimony with him to bring out the point that faith and deeds go together. The Spirit started to work like crazy. I could feel it convicting him and breaking down spiritual walls. He starts asking question after question and I could literally see the light come into his eyes. I'm pretty sure he would`ve accepted Christ on the spot if I asked him, except I`m sketch on that so I told him to get on his knees alone and pray. I sat down and talked for a good hour with him. He was so confused, there were so many things he thought about Christianity that were so wrong, many regarding what is right and what is wrong. Its this view people have because truth is lost in these last days. There's a ``famine if hearing the Word of thr Lord``
Another guy was an older middle aged man who happened to be out chilling by his garage. He owned a big house and believed in himself.
``Sir I`m asking people today if they would like to know the way to eternal life``
``we make our own way, just make money enjoy it and believe in yourself``
``Sir the world and its passions fade away, naked we come from our mother`s womb naked we depart``
The Spirit was EMPOWERING ME I felt Him LITERALLY
arms me with strength and make my way perfect.
make my feet like the feet of a deer; and enable me to stand on the heights.
trains my hands for battle; so my arms can bend a bow of bronze. Psalm 18:32-34
Everything the man threw at me, religion, moralism, pride, human wisdom
fended off with the Word of God in power.
I really felt the Spirit working in a man who had lived life and seen many things but had a hard heart that depended on himself.
The Lord gives victory to His annointed Ps. 20:6
I didn`t end up making much 30 dollars for 12 hours of work (WOW)
During pick up the conversation turned into religion, the end of world and Israel.
WOW there were so many lost people working with me I felt like I was literally in the heart of the darkness of Toronto and the thing is I felt so at home!
When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, "Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and 'sinners'?" Matthew 9:11
Speaking truth and being light just suddenly became so natural, so incarnate. I was part of the community. It was no longer this huge divide between ``us`` and ``them`` I was accepted by them and I loved them. They were so lost. All late teenies, early twenties with this ideal and that religion mixed in with some star trek, psychology and other religion.
atheist, muslim, baptized, drop out, smoking pot, Spanish, black, yellow, white etc.
the weird thing is they loved each other more than we love each other at church.
we are so judgemental at church, but here no one judged each other they all knew something was wrong with them and they genuinely tried to help each other be better people
They were smoking and a whole lot of other things, they come from so much brokenness addictions, insecurities
I really wished Jesus was there to talk to them
and then I realized HE WAS
All I had to do was let Christ live through me
