God Bless
wil

We’re going to start meeting at 10am on Saturday mornings so we can be done and gone by noon. The Tuesday morning  group still meets at New Life.

Makin’ sammies

“Want to come downtown with me?”

Workin’ hard

i really, really, really hope that doesn’t sound like bragging… it’s just that the consistancy, the hard work, the supplies coming in from so many places, and the obvious BLESSINGS OF GOD really just  HAVE TO BE MENTIONED!!!

GOD IS SUCH A GIVER!!!

too many people to mention, and they probably wouldn’t want to be mentioned, anyway.

but, thanks so much to all y’all!

btw, tomorrow we’re sharing a picnic type meal- if you wanna join us or bring something, bring hot dogs or cole slaw or chips to New Life Christian Church in Douglasville at 11am!

ain’t it super fun to give!!??!!

eh

i sure haven’t posted much for a few months, have i?  if i annoy you, you’re happy about that!  if you like my stories from the street, forgive me, i’ve let you down… .. .

we’ve been sharing food all along, though.  just without stories on the blog page.

as the so called “leader” of this food-sharing group, forgive me for not leading well.

please pray for 2 things; 1. the leadership and direction of Dude! Share the Food!  and 2. FreeWater.

FreeWater is a project some friends and i are launching.  it’s bottled water, sold in retail locations, with $0.50 from each bottle going to help those in third world countries get clean water.  10,000+ die each day from bad water.

please pray, and continue to share food!

love y’all!

eh

Love you guys and hope to see you again.

wil

our friend, cheri, and her son, clay, were able to join us from the NE side of atlanta!  that was super cool!

they met a man named roger, and later, cheri posted this on her facebook status;

“Saturday afternoon someone told me that I teach my son to love but I can’t teach him how to be a man; he then tapped Clay on the chest and said that comes from inside his heart…Roger will never read this but he touched both of our hearts…”

thanks, roger.  thanks, God, for touching our hearts so many times, from those who “seem” less fortunate.

and, thanks to everyone who helped out saturday, and sunday, and tuesday, and thursday, and friday!!

He’s the Giver!

eh

it's a chevy trailblazer... or was...

wow!  we sure haven’t had many posts for the last 3 months, have we..??

i guess i just quit looking for stories.  or i was too lazy to type them up.  or, maybe my fingers fell off.  or, maybe i’ve been distracted by my new phone.  or, maybe i didn’t have access to a computer.  or, maybe i did write some things, and the dog ate them….

(just kidding. . . there are still so many great stories to be told!)

well, in case you haven’t heard, i, erik, have been given NEW LIFE!!!

yep!  on feb. 23, i was in a serious car accident, but came out of the hospital that very same night!  sore, cracked sternum, banged up, bruised, and in a daze for a couple weeks, but ALIVE!!!  (and, i just looked at a state-farm diagnosis-code report; i was apparently suffering from dizziness AND giddiness!  code 780.4!!)

so, here we are, all still together, with “sharing food in the name of Christ” remaining as our goal!

thanks for your prayers for me!  and to the young man, joseph, who ran from his front yard to my crashed-up-t-boned-no-airbag-deployed truck saying “don’t let him be dead!  don’t let him be dead!” … thanks for your prayers and quick actions!

and Thank You, Heavenly Father, for saving me.. .. ..

eh

And now my thanks to everyone who does or has done  anything for Dude:  the people who come every week, the people who have come just a few times, the people who donate money and food,  to everyone who has followed God’s call in anyway to help share with those who are in need. 

Lynn

“One of the men who have shelters in a plot of woods in the city has been welcoming of me for this past year that I have known him. He is a reserved older man who collects every soda can he finds and keeps them all in garbage bags on the ground by his hut. Assembled on the ground surrounding his hut are old things that no one but him has seen for a long time. A fire hose, an office chair, barrels, carts, pallets, tires, and remnants of furniture cluster around a tree near which he built the hut where he sleeps. He flings carpets over some of the wooden refuse. Once I was following him out of the bushes and into the clearing. He saw some leaves that had collected on the carpet-covered broken furniture. He brushed them off before walking past.

He recently had about ten bags worth of soda cans. He estimated their sale would bring him near $100. They form black mounds on the ground outside his hut. He woke up one recent morning and the valuable mounds were gone. Though in seclusion he felt he was protected from this kind of blatant theft, he told me, after angrily telling me what had happened, “This is what I put up with. But it’s happened before. It’ll be fine.”

It’s very cold this week. It’s supposed to snow tomorrow. He has enough wood to keep a fire going in a barrel at the foot of the tree. He can ward off the cold until it’s time to sleep in the hut. Maybe he’ll keep the space inside warm with a candle. In his mind he cannot escape knowing that his work in amassing the cans came to nothing. He will have to start again, slowly and picking up each can, and postpone any plans he had for the money.”

I love the way He always gives us more than we ask. 

Lynn