Last Wednesday at MOA was awesome! [01/10/19] Last Monday at Paige's funeral was sobering. Little Ella kissing her mommy goodbye was heart-wrenching but the proverbial Dragon [elephant] in the room were the numerous adolescents enslaved by heroin. Jake [Paige's current boyfriend] spoke during the eulogy. 'God was never my thing but Paige's bookmark fell out when I moved her Bible. It read 'Dear God – please help Jake find you.' I miss her so much.'
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! My prayer with a homeless woman named Shenika was punctuated by 'Please pray with me too.' Amanda pleaded 'Please help me. I should stay clean but meth devours me.' 1 Pet 5:8 pierced my heart. Amanda shared 'I was raised Lutheran but I want to read the Qur'an. I think they're both God. I'm just not sure whether Zeus is God.'
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! During our worship at the clinic we sang 'There's no shadow You won't light up, mountain You won't climb up, coming after me. There's no wall You won't kick down, lie You won't tear down, coming after me.' [Reckless Love by Cory Asbury] Upon arrival at MOA, I prayed to be led to my Divine Encounter then opened my eyes to find the gentleman who threatened me last week. Same face; same olive drab uniform; same bench. I prayed to 'better hear' the Holy Spirit's voice but God audibly commanded 'Pray with my child.'
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome but is preempted to share about Teri, the young methamphetamine addict drenched in tears and snot who I found hidden behind a column as I exited the Jail thirteen days ago. But I almost ignored Abba Father's 'little girl' due to callous indifference.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! During our worship at the clinic we sang 'And far be it from me to not believe; even when my eyes can't see. And this mountain that's in front of me; will be thrown into the midst of the sea.' [It is Well by Bethel Music] The abject spiritual warfare that afternoon demanded we 'Put on the full armor of God.' But upon arrival at MOA, I struggled to find my Divine Encounter. I prayed to be led by the Holy Spirit then felt drawn to a dimly lit bus shelter. Therein, I encountered Theron – literally glowing.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! A Chrislamist, Roman Catholic and Christian sat on a bench. Picasso erroneously shared 'Allah is Yahweh.' Corey erroneously shared 'I know about God but God doesn't love me.' I shared Truth and Love. Jesus is 'truth' but 'Allah is the best of deceivers.' Although some scholars translate this verse as 'the best of planners', the word 'makara' means 'To practice deceit or guile or circumvention, practice evasion or elusion, to plot, to exercise art or craft or cunning, act with policy, practice stratagem.'
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! During our worship at the clinic we sang 'O, it chases me down, fights 'til I'm found, leaves the ninety-nine. I couldn't earn it, I don't deserve it, still you give yourself away.' [Reckless Love by Cory Asbury] But upon arrival at MOA, I struggled to find my Divine Encounter. 'I planted [some] seed' but felt defeated as I ascended the stairway to rendezvous with our group. Jacob's Dream at Bethel suddenly pierced my heart. Hidden behind a pillar, I encountered a young homeless couple named Lele and Deshon.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! I encountered a homeless gentleman named Leroy slumped upon the ground. I shared the full Gospel Message then we explored its implications to our lives. As we sat an inch apart upon the concrete, a Native American woman approached to wedge herself between us. Her demonic voice rasped 'F___ you. We don't want to hear this ____.' Lk 8:26-39 pierced my heart.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome but is preempted to share about my [de facto] daughter Nang. Despite our prayers and support, Nang is enslaved by methamphetamine and profound abuse. Nang and her son Tristen appeared on our doorstep Saturday at midnight. Early Sunday morning we attended Bethel's Rock Church where my Pastor prophesized Life unto her life. At my clinic I shared the full Gospel message then divulged my personal testimony several cubits from where it almost ended.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! I planned to rendezvous with a homeless couple but God's plans supersede. I observed a distraught gentleman seated on a MOA Transit Center bench entombed within proverbial walls. I observed a friendly policeman nearby with whom I shared Christ to purposely expose my Divine Encounter to secondhand pillar of cloud. Then I shared 'Hello. My name is Jason. I am with a local Ministry and I would love to pray with you.' Tears rained down.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! During our worship and prayer at the clinic we 'offered up prayers and petitions with fervent cries and tears to the one who could save' our Prodigal Sons. Dave and I prayed that although Josh and Adam respectively reject their father's words that we may encounter prodigal strangers receptive to hear Truth and Love. Through tears, we prayed that alternate Messengers would encounter our sons with 'the one who could save [them] from death.'
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! A young gentleman approached 'Do you have two squares?' Our eyes locked then he shouted 'Chaplain Jason! I'm sorry but I really need your help!' I initially encountered Paul at the Minneapolis Jail last year. On 04/12/18 I wrote 'Paul divulged 'My mother abandoned me at birth. My father was forever in prison. My Auntie raised me but never loved me.' Paul was clearly emotionally delayed – a little boy who yearned to be loved by daddy. But Paul sought gangs, drugs and 'babes' to fill the void.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! During our worship and prayer at the clinic we watched A Gift of a Bible from Penn Jillette, a devout atheist magician/comedian. He clearly encountered the Holy Spirit when presented with a Gideon New Testament in 2010. This devout atheist shared 'How much do you have to hate somebody to not proselytize? How much do you have to hate somebody to believe that everlasting life is possible and not tell them that?' We stood convicted.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! I encountered a young Believer named Isabel who poured out her heart. Despite her abject pain, Isabel is genuinely kind and authentic. I spoke True Identity unto my sister but I would be honored to have my daughters emulate her beautiful soul.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! I felt conflicted as I sought my Divine Encounter at the MOA Transit Center. I boarded the light rail in pursuit but struggled to hear God's direction. I returned to MOA then dropped again in prayer. 'Dear Father, grant me ears to hear your voice.' A young man suddenly began to sing.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! I encountered a recurrently homeless Native American [Lakota] gentleman named Gabriel. He is a Believer but utterly emasculated by present circumstances. I spoke Identity unto my brother the shared the Father's Love Letter to cement our words. Please pray.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! During our worship at the clinic we sang 'O, it chases me down, fights 'til I'm found, leaves the ninety-nine. I couldn't earn it, I don't deserve it, still you give yourself away.' [Reckless Love by Cory Asbury] I wept. Upon arrival at MOA, I prayed to receive my Divine Encounter then opened my eyes to find a homeless Native American [Sioux] woman named Desiree. The Holy Spirit spoke audibly through her quip 'It is spelled like 'desire' with an extra e.'
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! You may remember Jack, the gentleman scourged by mental illness, methamphetamine abuse and profoundly distorted Identity who I befriended recently. I retrieved Jack's earthly possessions from a Good Samaritan nearby to deliver them to my friend at treatment. But as I drove to MOA, my Spirit was grieved. I encountered two millennials named Ryan and Sarah who appeared spiritually lost.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! During our worship and prayer, The Parable of the Sower pierced my heart. At MOA, I encountered a homeless Anishinaabe gentleman named Shaun marked by a teardrop tattoo. 'Hi. My name is Jason and I am with a local Ministry here to pray with people. What can I pray with you about?' Shaun was instantly sobered.
Read MoreLast Wednesday at MOA was awesome! You may remember Jack, the gentleman scourged by mental illness, methamphetamine abuse and profoundly distorted Identity who I befriended the week prior. Last Sunday, Jack messaged goodbye then chose death to end the pain.
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