Showing posts with label Jesus in the Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus in the Park. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Jesus in the Park July 2009

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After the yard sale we set up headed out to set up at Jesus in the Park. The event is geared to reaching the homeless and was held again at the World's Fair Site in Knoxville. The message at the Hope for Healing.Org table was simple. God heals from abuse. To help spread the word we took approximately 75 Christian books to give away. Plus we took stacks of information on abuse, how teens can be safe on the internet and domestic violence.

We were cleaned out of information so fast that we probably set a new record. In about 45 minutes our table was clear. Several of the ladies wanted to talk. So did some of the guys.

The preaching was good. The music was great and the weather was perfect.

Jesus in the Park happens on the 3rd Saturday of August at the World's Fair Park. There is no cost. No donations are taken. The event is open to everyone but is geared to the homeless and low income.

It's an honor and privilege to be there. If you have time, come help us out.

Here are a few photos of Jesus in the Park, July 2009.

Check out our 2008 article here.
More info about Jesus in the Park can be found online.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Jesus in the Park : Homeless Project 2008 Knoxville



Here's a video clip of the Jesus in the Park event that I blogged about a couple of weeks ago. You can see for yourself why participating was so humbling and so inspiring. It was provided by the great folks at Souled Out Ministries.

Several years ago when we lived in North Carolina I worked for a nonprofit that ran a soup kitchen, men's and family homeless shelter and domestic violence programs. There, my eyes were opened on the difference between homeless people and street people. And, I learned that anyone can wind up on the streets or homeless.

Two stories worked their way into my heart.

One day a family walked in seeking shelter. Dad and mom recognized me immediately. I had met them the week before when the family sang for a fall event at my husband's church. They had been hard to get in touch with. Cell phone reception had never been good in our area. No one ever suspected that they were living out of their car.

Communicating with a man who stayed in the men's shelter was tough. His mind was so bad that he would ask our names repeatedly. I'm not sure he ever did get mine straight. We heard different stories about what happened. The only thing we could ever verify came from his sister. She brought pictures to show us. The man in question had, at one time, run a law library for a major university. The photos showed him looking different, happier and more alert.

Somehow, the family had lost contact with the brother. She was glad to know where he was. She seemed very relieved to find out that he would be watched after and fed while she worked on other details of his life.

Every homeless person, every street person is someone's sister, brother, daughter or son. They each have a story. The video above only gives us a tiny glimpse but it's a glimpse worth watching and worth remembering.