16 May 2019, Thursday
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I had two weeks to get to New Eagle Pennsylvania. I had to say good-bye to my girlfriend, move everything from the room I was renting, collect my last paychecks, book tickets on Greyhound from Lansing to Pittsburgh all just as the Summer Olympics were beginning in two thousand eight. I traveled by bus from Lansing to Pittsburgh reading my favorite book; In His Steps by Charles Sheldon.
When I arrived I was picked up and taken the next day to the factory that I was hired to work at to find out that in the two weeks it took me to travel to my destination had lost the government contract. Then I was told they would be closed indefinitely until the company could gain another contract which from what the office manager said would not be for another two to three months. So I returned to the room I had rented with the last of my money, and made a plan to start looking for work. I began to attend Riverview Baptist Church. And the church had three events scheduled for the week along with Wednesday evening and Sunday morning and evening services.
So with no family or friends in town, no job, a bag of clothes, a novel, a Bible, and mountain sickness I attended as many events as I could, I also helped a church member move down river, and walked into business after business looking for work. As the week progressed I became more and more distraught, I continued to pray for the Lord to break me. And in that short time I got to know the congregation of that little church by the river very well.
I still had no job and no money by the end of the week and then I was homeless. I made a few phone calls to a friend in Michigan and by the second day I was on a bus back to Michigan. My brother had made arrangements for me to return and when I was picked up by my mother she dropped me off at the City Rescue Mission of Lansing and that was when my time began on the streets and still I prayed. It was the second week of the Summer Olympics when I had returned with less than I had left with. A friend that I had met in Pennsylvania had told me they would bring my belongings to Michigan when they came a week later.
A month after I was back I found out that the friend had thrown out my belongings, my family had begun to invite my ex-wife and her boyfriend (now husband) to family events. And I was broken. I continued to pray for God to lead me.
I spent each night praying for each man in each bunk at the shelter. I began learning the ropes as well as started going to the CSL Plasma Center in South Lansing. I learned that though everyone that was part of my life had moved on.
I attended church at the shelter each Sunday. The biggest problem I had with the shelter was to get a warm meal or a bed to sleep in you had to hear about Jesus from a different person each night. Now hearing about Jesus never gets dull however, when there is a different version each night and they each believe they are right at some point you just stop listening.
Jesus had finally answered my prayer. Oh and by the way; in the years that I stayed at the shelter, ate meals there, or received a food package from there I never did see the church I had been a Youth Pastor at.
This concludes part two.
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