Philly Part 3-Sunday Breakfast

Day 3-
Before telling you the about day 3, I must share some things that happened last night.
First off, SpiderPake made his debut, webbing Kyle’s bed at the foot, where he climbs up on top. SpiderPake also laid out some webbing knee high between both beds. When Kyle came in, he had some trouble getting up onto the bed, but still managed.

We also squirreled John, one of the temple guys.

Me, Kyle, Wes, and Kellar continued talking for a while, at times rather boisterous. Little did we know we were disturbing our new brothers on the other end of the room, until one of them called out asking for things to get quiet. Sorry Waynesburg!

Tuesday we headed to Sunday Breakfast, a shelter/soup kitchen that’s been around the biz since 1878. After a tour, we started by organizing stock, a task that called for some of us to climb high atop shelves. Around eleven, we headed upstairs, and led a chapel service with all the homeless.

Never have I felt such genuine worship. People, with nothing but the clothes they are wearing, their only shelter, being Sunday breakfast and the meals they provide all praising Jesus like He had just walked in and given each a winning lottery ticket.

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

We led some songs without music, just lifting our voices, and clapping our hands. I then led a short devo/message after Kyle Johnson shared his testimony. I had just found out the night before, so being short on preparation, I turned to the creator of all words, and hope.

Then the Holy Spirit took over. He began speaking through me from John 17:3 which says “Now this is eternal life: that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.” When we pray we begin to come into God’s presence, thus as we encounter His presence we begin to KNOW Him. That is how we have eternal life here on earth. And how knowing Him is so much richer than anything else in all the earth.

We then led another song, after numerous requests. Then Russ, who we worked with down in packaging, came up, and following the Spirit’s guidance, also shared about prayer from Exodus 17, and how Moses had to continue holding up his hands even when they grew weary. Sometimes through prayer, we must wrestle, and continue, even wearily. The Holy Spirit used us as a tag team.

We then headed to the kitchen, and brought out plates, serving our brothers. Once everyone was served, we came out and ate with them.

However, everything didn't go completely perfect. To quote Morgan Pruit from her blog, who is far better with words, and prose than I am:
Unfortunately, a fight over lunch broke out [between the men, not the team]. It's totally disheartening to see Jesus punching somebody out. It shouldn't be that way. I have never had to fight for food. No one else should have to either.