Fill-A-Belly guests was missing. Miguel
had gone hiking in Big Bear with some friends and no one had heard from them in
three days. Temperatures were in the
40’s at night so I immediately feared the worst.

spirits. Miguel patiently listens when I
make awkward conversation and consistently points me towards God. Each of his deliberate actions emanates from
a deep love of Jesus.
hovering over my community. Recently,
one of my closest friends had a miscarriage late into her pregnancy, and Michael
Black committed suicide on the same day that cancer stole the life of one of my
old Junior High students. We lose
Fill-A-Belly guys at a horrifyingly fast rate; I hear about another undignified
death every few weeks. Right now I’m
preparing to go back to Swaziland where I’ve witnessed way too many vibrant
young lives stolen by AIDS.
“seriously, I don’t want to deal with another death. I don’t want to lose another friend. This is not what I signed up for 5 years ago
when you said to bring some sack dinners to the homeless in Carlsbad.”
after three days in almost freezing temperatures.
“Jesus is Lord.” Huddling underneath it
helped keep them alive.

guests but didn’t let any conversations penetrate my heart. Tiredness and self-imposed busyness robbed me
from caring deeply for others. Tonight, I
went to Fill-A-Belly with renewed energy.
a precious gift. What a victory! We didn’t have to give another death
announcement; instead it was time to celebrate.

confided in me that he got a job and moved into a home this week. That moment made me realize that the
seemingly insurmountable battles we wage weekly at Fill-A-Belly are worth the
fight.
it!
