Missions on the back doorstep
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Sunday night about 10:30, as the last missionary (who had been preaching at two churches in southwest Arkansas and had the furthest drive back to Little Rock after her last service) and the two ladies from Centro Cristiano Hispano who accompanied her on her road trip arrived, a 22-year-old Mexican young man was waiting out on the church parking lot. He smelled of alcohol, and the ladies were a little frightened. They quickly came inside the church and told us about the man outside. Pastor Molina asked me to go out and talk to him.
This young man, Roberto, was obvoiusly hurting. He talked about how he had a good job and earned good money ($14/hr, not bad for a 22-year-old with no college). But he himself said it didn't matter how much money he had if all he did was blow it on booze. All the money in the world couldn't cover up the pain of being separated from his son (the young man's wife left him and took their son with her because of his constant drunkenness). His wife had filed domestic abuse charges against him, he had been in the county jail a couple of days, and was out pending a court hearing.
Earlier Sunday evening, while driving after he had downed a few, he was stopped by a police officer. The officer could tell he smelled of booze. Roberto had told him of the domestic abuse hearing, and the officer, instead of taking him in and impounding his truck, had mercy on him and told him to go home. He didn't want Roberto to have another charge against him that could hurt him in the hearing.
Roberto went home and cleaned up, but didn't stay there. He drove again, this time to meet some friends who were supposed to go with him to a dance at a club. Or it may have been to a wedding or quinceañera party -- Roberto just said they were supposed to go together to "el baile - the dance". Could have been a club or a party. When he got to the meeting place a few blocks from our church, his friends never showed up.
After waiting for them a while, he came to the church parking lot. He said he knew there was a Christian church here, and maybe someone here could help him. I told him how it wasn't coincidence that he came to our door. A policeman that should have arrested him for DUI let him off. His friends stood him up. Then he shows up on our back doorstep at 10:30. Everyone is usually gone from the church by 9:30, or 10:00 at the latest. We're only still here because of the meeting with the missionaries (see Monday, Sept. 17th's post, "God is Full of Surprises"). God had worked out all the details to set Roberto up for an encounter with Him.
Roberto went on and on about how money couldn't buy happiness, how he hated how his drinking had cost him his family, how he wanted to change, to give his little boy an example to follow, a real man to look up to. Yes, he was drunk and rambling, but his ramblings were the outpouring of the pain in his heart. One thing about drunks, is they tell you the truth. And Roberto wasn't trying to cover up his failures at all. He knew he was wrong, and he really wanted to change.
Around 11:00, Oscar, the husband of my wife's cousin and guitarist for our worhip team, arrived to pick up his wife (Selene was one of the ladies traveling with the missionary that had been in SW Ark.). Oscar helped me talk with Roberto, talking about how we can't just know about God, that we have to know Him personally and have a relationship with him. Several times Roberto just broke down. Oscar and I would hug him and pray in Spanish and in the Spirit over him.
Finally after about an hour, Roberto was more lucid and starting to speak more clearly. He repeated a prayer, asking Jesus to save and change him. We gave him a Bible, told him to read the Evangelio de San Juan (Gospel of John), and gave him the service schedule for the church. I got his phone number and gave him mine, telling him to call me if he needs to talk. I'm also going to give him a call and remind him to come back to church next Sunday for the service, and to see how he's doing.
We had spent the past few weeks preparing for this big weekend. We had spent the last 3 days raising money to support missionaries. And we got to wrap up the missions convention by DOING missions on the back steps of the church, sharing the love of Christ with a young man who was tired of living life on his own terms and ready to make a change.
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