Team Stories
... I am sorry everyone for being so slack with our updates lately. Outreach is going good! We jsut took our long weekend, so we have reached out half way point. We went to Inverness and stayed in a Caravan park. Well the girls did, and the boys tried to stay warm in a tent.
Luke had been amazing keeping our team/ family informed of everyones stories.
The first one is my story from last week followed but some other team members.
God had recently put a burden on my heart to pray for the different domains here in Aberdeen, and the book I have been reading lately ("The Old Testamnet Template" by Landa Cope) gave me a new way to look at them. I felt specifically to pray for the different churches that we are working with, family and restoration of broken relationships, education at Robert Gordon University and government (especially with the elections that, at the time I was praying, were still upcoming). God laid on my heart to pray for His foundations of truth to be rebuilt in all of these domains. I had a lot of fun going to all of these sites and to see how God is working/moving in the city. I am learning more about leadership through this time and also more about intercession. I pray that God would raise up more prayer warriors in the city because it will definitely have a huge impact on the spiritual climate of the city
This is Johanna's story:
This is basically all a quote from her journal:
The other night Taryon, Angelica, Jacqueline and I went to a pub to meet up with one of our friends, on the way there we ended up meeting a girl named Meghan who is 14 years old. During the course of our conversation she confessed:
-She had lost her virginity
-She was worried that she had an STD or was pregnant
-A boy she loved had broken her heart because:
She refused to have sex with him
She still wasn't "over him"
The boy she lost her virginity to was "a bastard"
She had started drinking and smoking because of her heartbreak, and couldn't stop now. She smokes thirty cigarettes a day and takes every chance she can to drink
She has struggled with depression and everyone in the hospital says that she "thinks to much for her age"
She sometimes believes in God, but mostly as a bad guy who makes sure she gets her punishment: "...He's not a great person. He's horrible too..."
She claims to have an open mind and wanted to hear what we had to
She was touched by us talking to her
When I prayed that God would show her that he is real she said, "that's lovely, thank you very much for that. That's what I always ask for"She said that we made her feel so much better about herself, and wants us to do that same for other folk.
This is Joon's story:
Quoted as best I can from some notes I took while talking to him:
"This week I have decided to focus more on this DTS rather than on what happens when I get home. Last week it seemed like June 30th was a long time away, whereas this week it is only two months away!
On tuesday I saw the movie Spiderman 3, it focus' a lot on choice, and the choice that Spiderman had to make. I started thinking about it and decided that I need to start making a choice in my life. I, now, choose to make the most out of this DTS, this outreach, and my surroundings. I need to choose to make things better.
My church also sent me an email this week that really encouraged me and motivated me to to want to work harder and achieve what I came here for. This is my reason for going out on Union Street and picking up all the cigarette butts for a few hours. I am choosing to make my surroundings better
I have been thinking a lot about being a 'Miracle Maker,' it is a group back home that I am involved in. The idea behind the name is that you can make miracles, that you should grab the opportunities laid before you."
This is Mael's story: Word for word from a story that he wrote me:"
"It was a Saturday, I was bored and sad about different situations outside of DTS so I decided to go and take a walk outside. So there I was walking the streets of Aberdeen looking for some of my friends that would still be up AND sober!!! I couldn't find any, unfortunately, all I could see around me was either homeless people looking for some change, and also money; or rich people coming out of the pubs and clubs and puking their guts out on the sidewalk. There Ifound myself wondering who I should cry for? Which group here is truly the unfortunate one? It was my first eye opener of the nightat around 12:30-ish
Then I saw a man playing guitar for money, he was not homeless, but like most of us didn't mind the extra money. He attracted quite an interesting crowd, and by 'interesting' I mean mostly drunk. Curious as I am, and recognizing one of my favorite tunes from Pink Floyd, I decided to check it out. There I met Billy, he, on the other hand, was most definitely homeless. I decided to sit next to him not really to talk but just for a spot to listen to the music. Very soon, as I should of excpected, Billy started talking to me in a very strong Scottish accent. I was able to make out most of what he was saying.
Billy talked about the guy playing guitar, and how he has to put up with drunk people for just a little extra money. I asked him if he believed in God and if he had a Bible; to which he replied that he had two! But when I asked him if he prays he seemed confused and said no. After that in a very random way he turned to me and asked me if I would beg for him while he went around the corner to pee! Not waiting for an answer he left me sitting there with a cup in my hand that already contained a couple of pennies.
So here comes my second eye opener; I came out with my little problems when this guy lived on, or survived by, being humiliated. The looks I recieved while sitting there were almost haunting. When on a side walk people see you as crap, barely a human being, I was so ashamed. The minute he was gone felt like an eternity, I wanted to cry. But the 'coup de grace' (French expression for 'fatal blow') was when, even though I no longer had the cup, a man came up and gave Billy and I both a Pound!
I ended up making him a couple of sandwiches and then said goodbye to him. He hugged me, and as he left he promised that he would pray for me. I went home and slept that night feeling good, not sad, not stressed anymore, just happy, maybe Billy had already started praying for me.
Matthew 25:39
Luke had been amazing keeping our team/ family informed of everyones stories.
The first one is my story from last week followed but some other team members.
God had recently put a burden on my heart to pray for the different domains here in Aberdeen, and the book I have been reading lately ("The Old Testamnet Template" by Landa Cope) gave me a new way to look at them. I felt specifically to pray for the different churches that we are working with, family and restoration of broken relationships, education at Robert Gordon University and government (especially with the elections that, at the time I was praying, were still upcoming). God laid on my heart to pray for His foundations of truth to be rebuilt in all of these domains. I had a lot of fun going to all of these sites and to see how God is working/moving in the city. I am learning more about leadership through this time and also more about intercession. I pray that God would raise up more prayer warriors in the city because it will definitely have a huge impact on the spiritual climate of the city
This is Johanna's story:
This is basically all a quote from her journal:
The other night Taryon, Angelica, Jacqueline and I went to a pub to meet up with one of our friends, on the way there we ended up meeting a girl named Meghan who is 14 years old. During the course of our conversation she confessed:
-She had lost her virginity
-She was worried that she had an STD or was pregnant
-A boy she loved had broken her heart because:
She refused to have sex with him
She still wasn't "over him"
The boy she lost her virginity to was "a bastard"
She had started drinking and smoking because of her heartbreak, and couldn't stop now. She smokes thirty cigarettes a day and takes every chance she can to drink
She has struggled with depression and everyone in the hospital says that she "thinks to much for her age"
She sometimes believes in God, but mostly as a bad guy who makes sure she gets her punishment: "...He's not a great person. He's horrible too..."
She claims to have an open mind and wanted to hear what we had to
She was touched by us talking to her
When I prayed that God would show her that he is real she said, "that's lovely, thank you very much for that. That's what I always ask for"She said that we made her feel so much better about herself, and wants us to do that same for other folk.
This is Joon's story:
Quoted as best I can from some notes I took while talking to him:
"This week I have decided to focus more on this DTS rather than on what happens when I get home. Last week it seemed like June 30th was a long time away, whereas this week it is only two months away!
On tuesday I saw the movie Spiderman 3, it focus' a lot on choice, and the choice that Spiderman had to make. I started thinking about it and decided that I need to start making a choice in my life. I, now, choose to make the most out of this DTS, this outreach, and my surroundings. I need to choose to make things better.
My church also sent me an email this week that really encouraged me and motivated me to to want to work harder and achieve what I came here for. This is my reason for going out on Union Street and picking up all the cigarette butts for a few hours. I am choosing to make my surroundings better
I have been thinking a lot about being a 'Miracle Maker,' it is a group back home that I am involved in. The idea behind the name is that you can make miracles, that you should grab the opportunities laid before you."
This is Mael's story: Word for word from a story that he wrote me:"
"It was a Saturday, I was bored and sad about different situations outside of DTS so I decided to go and take a walk outside. So there I was walking the streets of Aberdeen looking for some of my friends that would still be up AND sober!!! I couldn't find any, unfortunately, all I could see around me was either homeless people looking for some change, and also money; or rich people coming out of the pubs and clubs and puking their guts out on the sidewalk. There Ifound myself wondering who I should cry for? Which group here is truly the unfortunate one? It was my first eye opener of the nightat around 12:30-ish
Then I saw a man playing guitar for money, he was not homeless, but like most of us didn't mind the extra money. He attracted quite an interesting crowd, and by 'interesting' I mean mostly drunk. Curious as I am, and recognizing one of my favorite tunes from Pink Floyd, I decided to check it out. There I met Billy, he, on the other hand, was most definitely homeless. I decided to sit next to him not really to talk but just for a spot to listen to the music. Very soon, as I should of excpected, Billy started talking to me in a very strong Scottish accent. I was able to make out most of what he was saying.
Billy talked about the guy playing guitar, and how he has to put up with drunk people for just a little extra money. I asked him if he believed in God and if he had a Bible; to which he replied that he had two! But when I asked him if he prays he seemed confused and said no. After that in a very random way he turned to me and asked me if I would beg for him while he went around the corner to pee! Not waiting for an answer he left me sitting there with a cup in my hand that already contained a couple of pennies.
So here comes my second eye opener; I came out with my little problems when this guy lived on, or survived by, being humiliated. The looks I recieved while sitting there were almost haunting. When on a side walk people see you as crap, barely a human being, I was so ashamed. The minute he was gone felt like an eternity, I wanted to cry. But the 'coup de grace' (French expression for 'fatal blow') was when, even though I no longer had the cup, a man came up and gave Billy and I both a Pound!
I ended up making him a couple of sandwiches and then said goodbye to him. He hugged me, and as he left he promised that he would pray for me. I went home and slept that night feeling good, not sad, not stressed anymore, just happy, maybe Billy had already started praying for me.
Matthew 25:39
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