This past Sunday, a secondary school came to the Downtown Eastside to spend some time giving clothes, food, toiletries etc. to those ‘less fortunate’ and wanting to spread the word that they had set this “free market” up, we took them out to talk to people and show them around.

They were a secular school, so we were encouraged to speak of Jesus in our actions. So, I started talking, before we started walking about how many some groups come and objectify people without even wanting to. I talked about our life in our neighbourhood and how we just try to pursue people how we would our closest friends. I encouraged them just to talk to people how they would their friends. So we started walking and talked to a few people… on the way back, a few people at the back of the group met a man named Mike. I didn’t hear the whole conversation, but I’m pretty sure he started talking about how he has been addicted and had hard times and then started straight up giving glory to God about how He has helped Mike, and kept him strong. Our neighbourhood is full of people who love the Lord. When we got back to the command center, he cried as he told his story, warning the kids about the effects of drugs and alcohol. I am so humbled and in awe of how Mike planted seeds in those kids that I probably couldn’t have.

May we be made evermore like Him. Oh, how we are all in need of His grace.

Sincerely,
“Mercy”