incarnational living

Buying a bike I got a whole step closer to fitting in the street community in Maple Ridge, because that's what everybody has and cares about here.

Since my bike got fixed by one of the guys behind the house I got the chance to hang out for hours with our clients where they spend all day. This normally makes me feel kind of like not belonging since there simply seems to be a pretty big gap between people related to as "staff" - which is how they see us no matter whether we are paid or not - and clients.
And it effected me deeply.

Watching how two of the guys got into a fight, one getting his finger cut and the blood dripping on the parking lot; meeting a lady whose husband died just the day before, ... and seeing everybody hugging her and offering help. And me, appointed to be here to show God's love, just standing next to it.

What do we have to offer? Are we living up to it?

As soon as I went into the house and into my room I felt this huge wall between two different worlds separating us from their community.

How can we really share people's lives? How can we become like them without being sucked in into the mentality of living on the streets, aggression, dispair and venting our feelings in swearing?