This post was originally written by one of our authors here.
I’m always the sucker that wants to be all caught up in two places and one time. Though fully submersed in Eastern Europe, my heart longed with a desperation I’m unsure was even my own to be here, in my city, with my team. I say mine because I’m learning to take responsibility. I don’t own it, and I don’t want to. But I told Christ I’d be all out for all of Him. So I say mine, cause I don’t own it but He has most certainly pointed to it and called my name to be there.
After I'd gone to Europe and come back home, The Walk Team was honored to speak at a church about human trafficking and what God is doing in our city. Immediately afterwards we went out for breakfast as big as a mid-sized car and told stories of my being in Europe and their being right here. And after hearing this story from Calgary, I’d bared a big smile and wished the biggest wish that I could have been there in Europe and been right here in Calgary all at one time.
See we go out on our streets in our city and we meet the most beautiful people at the most outrageous of times who’ve been caught up in making not-so-easy money and dark, dark times.
Apparently there they were in those dark times meeting beautiful hearts when one Mr. John continues to cruise these familiar streets. Though we tried to stay away from roaming cars to be sure there is no confusion of who we are, he was motioning and our fearless leader couldn’t resist. Though fear would say he is preying she felt deep in her heart he must need some praying.
Something like fear and a rush of adrenaline plummeted straight from her heart down deep in her toes and she moved towards his slowly opening window. She’s prepared a letter for a moment such as this. A letter filled to the brim of God’s incredible love for him, and she’d not even known whom to address it to. And he takes the letter and drives away while she strolls back to the team, this great team, and they spend the time to just pray. Because they all knew he was preying but perhaps, just perhaps he could be praying.
No sooner he came back around in his car and motioned for the leader; the fiercely loving, tiny little leader bold enough to love the one who was preying. Instead one of our guys makes his way to the window and the man says no, I need to talk with her, the one that gave me this. And as he motioned towards the opened letter filled to the brim of His love she began to walk, nearly run towards him. He might punch her, but really, she’d been hoping he’d exchange preying for praying. And at the early hours of the morning a man in his car cruising streets for easy lust, said thank you. See he might have looked easy to judge, but there was a war deep and strenuous happening deep inside his heart. Where was he? How did he even get to this place?
He got out of the car and let the team come all around him and pray for him in the middle of the night. He got into his car, and drove home to his family, drove away from all that kept him in hurt and insecure. Sure, he’d have a big mess to clean up once getting home. But if the God of his prayers brought praying hands all around him as he struggled preying through these streets, than surely He is the God of restoring absolutely all things too. I couldn't believe my ears while we devoured waffles and lukewarm coffee. All around the world God was connecting and restoring. Perhaps I couldn't be in two places at one time, but my God, He certainly is.
Someone prayed for us after the church service and before the breakfast to bless and protect God’s work through our hands. They said ‘be with them in those ungodly hours’ to which our whole team hid bursting laughter from erupting through our teeth. Trust me, there is not an hour in which God doesn’t own. Cause at the early hours of this wild night Mr. John found himself wrapped in tears and the arms of supportive strangers before The King and I’m certain there isn’t an hour that isn’t His. Though I’d wished I could be both over there and right here, I am beyond aware and excited He being over there and certainly right here; and if I can be bold enough to say it, my friends, He owns the night.
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