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The Power of Prayer

ministersteve — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:01:30 +0000

We had just finished feeding the homeless under the bridge in Nashville TN on a Friday evening and just started the church service. We had over 40 volunteers helping out that Friday. There was a homeless gentleman that was drunk, loud and a little out of control during the service. When working with a street ministry, you will encounter different situations that you will have to adjust and deal with accordingly. When the church service was finished, we asked if anyone needed prayer to please step forward. The gentleman that was loud and drunk came forward and asked for prayer from the pastor that was speaking that night.

When came back to the bridge a few weeks later to feed the homeless again, I was walking around to ensure that everyone had a plate of food and I noticed that the same gentleman that was drunk at the last service was now sober. His comments were, ”After that preacher prayed for me, I figured that I needed to change. And I have I have not had a drink since then.”

We have seen this gentleman two additional times under the bridge when we were feeding the homeless and both times he was sober and calm. And he also had his wife with him. She stated that after he received prayer from that pastor that he stopped drinking and his abusive behavior. And she wanted to find out more about the Jesus since her husband has become a changed man.

Now, both of them tell their testimony to others underneath the bridge.

Her name was Joan

ministersteve — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 03:05:50 +0000

It was a cold Friday evening and my wife and I were under the Jeffereson Street bridge ministering to the homeless. We brought jackets, hats and gloves to pass out to those in need to stay warm for the cold week. The jackets that we brought were in the back of our car and the hats and gloves were in a box. My wife began to pass out the jackets and I took the box of hats and gloves out of the car and placed it on the ground. I picked up some of the items out the box and began to walk around the area to pass out the items. There was a lady and four others sitting on the ground eating the food that was provided by a soup wagon. I gave the group gloves and hats to wear. One of the women asked me if we brought any jeans to give out. I responded by telling her that we only brought coats, hats and gloves. I apologized to her and started towards the box to pick up more items to pass out. I reached in to the box and pulled out a pair of jeans. I stood baffled and stared at the jeans trying to comprehend how a pair of jeans had appeared in the box of hats and gloves. I walked back over to the women sitting on the ground. I looked at the tag to find the size of the jeans. They were size 8. I asked Joan what size she needed and she said, “Size 8.” I gave her the jeans. Fishes and loaves.

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ministersteve — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 02:40:53 +0000

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