To think, we almost sat down in a restaurant to eat dinner. The excitement in the park that night would have been unknown to us.
My soul was craving service that lead to radical, physical change.
It was like we were still on our Discipleship Training School. We had a five dollar Domino’s pizza and Pocari Sweat. Little did we know that we were actually still on our DTS. They told us before we left YWAM that you never stop learning who God is and how to share his love. DTS and YWAM is not simply an organization, it is a lifestyle.
We had been traveling around Australia for nearly a month. During this month, I tried to take every opportunity I could to share the gospel with others. Whether it was sharing what God had done in my life since I was became a Christian, or sharing what He had done on my recent mission trip. But I still felt incomplete. I knew there was something more I could be doing, and I wanted to figure out what it was and do it. My soul was craving service that lead to radical, physical change.
God wanted to do more here.
We were sure we could finish two pizzas with ease. This was a serious misjudgment. We were sitting on the grass in the middle of Belmore Park in Sydney with almost an entire pizza left and full stomachs. We had three options: we could throw it out, we could save it for breakfast in the morning, or we could offer it to a few of the dozen of homeless people setting up tents at the edge of the park. The latter was, obviously, the more appealing option. In that moment God reminded me of our outreach theme, to love the one in front of you and let God move in ripple effects from there. I put my trust in this as we wandered over to two gentlemen.
They graciously accepted our offering. We talked for a few minutes, and then they continued building their tent. We walked away feeling incomplete. God wanted to do more here. We were stopped by a gentlemen sitting on a bench. He had been living in a tent in the park for a year now. He stayed there to give aid and to be a demonstration of how to live an addiction free life to the others living in the park. This man helps several churches and organizations with their ministry in the inner city of Sydney. As we were talking, a small group of bikers pulled into the park. The man took us over to meet them. They were a Christian bikers club who were there to help hand food out to the homeless. The next second, a bus full of youth group kids, a food truck, and a hot drinks van pulled in. Immediately they start unloading and assigning roles for food handouts. We jumped in line behind the students.
He revealed to us that even in this busy city of work by day and clubs by night, He is still there loving and reaching His lost children
The next hour was spent handing bags of sandwiches, drinks, and snacks out to those in the park and the train station next door. We were able to have conversations with the volunteers as well as the organization workers. When the youth went home and the food truck moved onto the next park, we went to see if the hot drinks van needed any help. We met our bench friend again, and the director of this organization. The volunteers for this ministry go out three times a week and help the people of Sydney in a combination of different ways. We walked away praying for the homeless and hands and feet of Jesus working in this area.
Our situations in life may change, but God never does. He still calls us to love the one in front of us, and He still moves through that one simple act. God blessed us by allowing us to be part of his ministry in Sydney. He revealed to us that even in this busy city of work by day and clubs by night, He is still there loving and reaching His lost children. Being a disciple of Jesus is not about an organization or a planned mission. It is day by day. It is in our random conversations. It is in our spontaneous willingness to serve and give.