Feels like a long time since I’ve written. It’s only been a month, but it sure feels longer. I guess sometimes I just lose track of time. Street Life has weathered the Pandemic, it seems, and our numbers are returning stronger than ever. It’s been a long, rough road, but I think we’re getting back to where we were before. We’re going through a truckload of food, too, which reminded me of an incident way back when I first started coming to Street Life…
I think it was winter of 2012, or the early months of 2013. I’d been showing up to Street Life for maybe a month or two. Anyways, toward the end of a Street Life night, David Shearin and I were talking about stuff, and he asked me if I could get more people to come check out the ministry. I said sure, but was he really ready for his numbers to go that high? We both laughed, but I decided right then that this would be my show of power. I planned to bring so many people that there would be no way to feed them all. It would be epic, and I would show them all that I could do what I said I could do. Now I guess it should be noted here that at this time I was still homeless, had just recently quit doing drugs, and was still an avowed satanist. I still wasn’t thinking quite right, is the point I’m trying to make.
I went everywhere I could think of, and anywhere someone said “Hey Kev !”, I asked them for a favor – show up at Street Life on Monday. That’s all. You don’t have to be a Christian, you don’t gotta be anything you don’t want to be, but do me a solid and show up on Monday. I did that everywhere I could all week. I knew that there was NO WAY there would be enough food to handle all the people that would be there. Street Life would be humiliated, and I would just shrug and say I told you so afterwards….
So Monday comes. People start showing up at Street Life. LOTS of people. I’m talking concert crowd status. Now remember, this is back in late 2012/early 2013 – Street Life was in its’ infancy still. We had an old beat-up bluish van we used to deliver food to the old site (Ms. Shirley’s driveway behind 7/11 on Broadway) and it wasn’t equipped like our vans are now. They would put the food trays on the floor of the van, so there was next to no room for much else. Food trays, water, and paper plates, that was about all it could hold. I think back then that the norm for a Monday was 30-40 people, and the amount of food that got brought down from the kitchen was based entirely on the average numbers.
I had started counting people. I figured I had at least tripled the average Monday night, if not more. I never finished an exact count, but there must have been around 120 people, easy. I started outright laughing when the food van pulled in. My plans were about to come to fruition. I kid you not when I say that they pulled out FOUR banquet trays of food and a large bowl of salad, plus a case or two of water bottles and paper plates. The food line formed, and it was HUGE. It stretched almost to the corner by 7/11. No way did they bring enough food…
Anyways, they started serving. Again, I have to repeat – FOUR banquet trays of food and a large bowl of salad. Back then, we just served until we ran out. I had this big ol’ smirk on my face just knowing they’d have to turn away most of the crowd because they’d run out of food. I watched and waited, until I realized that HALF of the line had been served, and there was still plenty of food. The smirk came off my face when I saw that the ENTIRE line had been served and people were coming back for seconds. Incredibly, they had served upwards of 120 people (I still believe it was more like 150) not just ONE meal, but seconds too, on FOUR banquet trays of food and a large bowl of salad.
It took a little bit for me to get my head around it, but it was on that night that I believe I witnessed my first miracle. You see, I knew all the logistics going in – there wasn’t a snow cone’s chance in Hell that they’d brought enough food. Back then, we couldn’t afford to send “backup trays” of food down. I’m telling the truth when I keep saying FOUR banquet trays of food and a large bowl of salad. That was it – 4 trays and salad. Every single person that showed got at least one meal, if not more, and the plates were PACKED. It defies all logic. There is no other explanation to me other than Divine Intervention. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear to you all it’s exactly what happened.
The other day, David and I were talking, and he said something that resonated with me. He said that that night, I thought I was going to humiliate David’s ministry, but it’s not his – it’s God’s ministry, and God will not be humiliated. Message received, Lord. I’ll never test you again.
Father God, I’ll never forget that night. Since then, I have rejected satanism, become a Christian, and been baptized. I tell anyone that will listen that they need only to come to Street Life if they want to witness the Power of God. I know You are there – I can feel You everytime I step on that Lot. I pray that others can feel You too, and are comforted in their time of need. Watch over us all, Father, and keep us warm in Your Loving Embrace. Amen.
See you on the streets.