What a day...

This morning I posted this on Facebook.
"A man[Manuel] came to the door looking for help. He lost his job, the person he was renting a room from up and moved and took/threw out his belongings, his daughter is on Sec. 8 housing so he can't stay with her without jeopardizing her housing.
He needed a place to stay for the night. I sent him to a motel to find out if they had a room. On the way back he put an application at the .99 cent store. When he came back, they did have a room, we paid for a night.
He was so happy he started to cry. He wanted to shake my hand and when I did he grabbed it and kissed it.
He said he talked to some other Churches but they couldn't help.
He sat down, looked up at the sky and prayed for help. A guy came up and told him to go to Knott Ave. Christian Church because "they Care there."
Today was a good day"

Well here is an update on Manuel.
He came to Community Assistance to get food and when Jim talked to him, he accepted Christ as his personal Savior.
A good day indeed!

Later in the afternoon I got a phone call from a friend who is a missionary on the San Carlos Apache Reservation in Arizona. He told me that a kid, Donny, I knew from a few years ago. Actually I taught him how to do a magic trick. Was hit by a car and killed this morning. Donny was deaf and involved in gangs.
The day isn't so good any more.

Kids like Donny are the reason Liz and I are being called to the Reservation. And guys like Manuel are the reason I'm here at Knott Ave. now.

Robert