Stop what you're doing and pray for Chris*

Just got back from the streets.  Long night.  Trash was being burned, songs were being sung, tears were being shed and I felt compelled to get this up before going to bed even though that meeting is going to come around real quick in the morning.

Our dear friend, Chris*, has been off the streets for a month in a group home, a total 180, stopped huffing, started going back to school, started to have hope in a brighter future, started building community that wasn't on the streets, started seeking God, started saving up so he could take his grandmother, who is the only relative who has ever cared for him, a gift and show her that he was off the streets-- that is, until this morning.

While he was on the internet last night a friend from his old neighborhood told him that his grandmother had passed away in January.  This morning he went to the house he grew up in and his nightmare was confirmed.  Since no one knew how to find him... well, its three months later now which is just salt in the wound.  He is devastated.  He feels guilty.  He believes he is completely alone now.  He can't see the point of any of it anymore.  To him, this cancels out all the good things that have been happening in his life.  With tears rolling down his cheeks he told me that the only thing he wanted was to be able to give back to her all that she gave to him, to be able to hug her and tell her he is sorry and that he loves her.  He blames the streets and himself for robbing him of every good thing he's ever had but still he's choosing it as his refuge tonite.

We begged him to come with us back to the home where he has been living but he declined and told us he would call in the afternoon tomorrow (today, Wednesday) if he felt up to it.

I don't share this so that you'll feel sorry for him but rather so that you'll fight for him.  So that you will intercede on his behalf in a time when this precious friend is so vulnerable. 

Pray for him, beg for him, cry out to the Lord for him.  That he would be able to/feel free to mourn.  That truth would be real, and that the lies would vanish.  That fear, doubt, self-loathing, depression & confusion would be far from him -- though they are real, that they would have no authority over him.  That he would be able to see clearly.  That he would be given the strength to choose the life giving.  That God would use us to encourage & support him.  That his new found hope would not die with the news about his grandmother. 

"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them." —Matthew 18:20

*Name has been changed