“I’m on my way to go throw myself onto the expressway,” said Van, a man probably in his 50s. The hospital band on his wrist is clear evidence of his intentions for the expressway further down the road.
Welcome to Boulevard NE in Atlanta, aka Million Dollar Boulevard, nicknamed in honor of the amount of drugs sold here. This is where I spent last Saturday morning/early afternoon, working alongside Adopt a Block. We worked with a group of passionate individuals that believe in fighting for those whom have been forgotten. We passed out food to several apartments and then took to just passing out food or stuffed toys for children, speaking to, and praying with anyone who came by on the street. I was down here in Atlanta along with three others as part of a partnership between CGA and a local Indian church. It was like being on the Race all over again after getting a good dose of India culture and cuisine. The weekend rocked my world. Obviously in a good way.
To transition for a moment, one of the focuses down here at CGA is on the topic of “calling.” What God has called us to. Beyond our own wants or desires. A better plan than what I could probably come up with on my own. Unfortunately, figuring out said plan is not a quick process.
After weekends like this past one, I do feel like some things do become clearer over time. It is pretty likely that a life of luxury or even excess is not in the works in the long run. Living or working. That the typical “American Dream” probably isn’t in the works. What is? Not really sure. I have a passion for people. Serving has always has always been a fire starter for me. It doesn’t really matter where or what or who. Overseas, stateside, or wherever the need is greatest. Doesn’t matter if it’s the homeless, the abandoned, the poor, those in sex slavery, the sick, the lost, children, adults, drug addicts, the elderly, or the abused. I really don’t care. It may not be specific, butI believe that's my calling.
As for Van, in talking to him we found out that he is a veteran who was dishonorably discharged, living on the streets, and struggling with disabilities. He had just lost his duffle bag with anything he owned and decided enough was enough. Coincidence doesn’t exist. We didn’t just happen to cross paths with Van. On Saturday, several people from Adopt a Block took Van to another local ministry site where he’d receive meals and help getting on his feet if he truly wants it.
Thank you God for your divine appointments. And timely revelations.
