AWOL

Darn, I wish I blogged about this the other night, but I've been so busy, lazy..both.

So, the other night, I went to my first AWOL night...wow. Actually, I didn't even tell my parents it wasn't a regular youth night. Gahh, on a different note, I miss my parents. They're so MIA these days. But anyways, I just didn't tell them. I will, eventually. I just felt like they wouldn't let me go...and I really wanted to go.

It was so sketch, for real. I was reallly nervous to go. BUT, I am soo glad I went. I ended up being in a group with Michiko, Paula and Andrew, and we met this guy named Darcy. Let me tell you, it's nothing like anything I've ever done before. So, we're walking around...after we gave away the clothes we had, and we finally meet this guy named Darcy. We approach him, and he clearly just pulled a needle out of his bag, and we're like, "Hi, we're from Willingdon Church....we were wondering if you would let us buy you some dinner?"

It was suchhh an eye-opener..he agreed. But he was like, "can I just finish this first?" -- and he was talking about the needle in his hand..and so we're like uh huh, sure. we'll wait for you right here.

So, we went to mcd's and bought him a burger..I feel like we didn't help him too much except buy him a meal. He said he goes to church every sunday, but he's still a criminal and a drug addict. He kept saying how it's all about choices. He let us pray with him and what not..and he listened. Except he didn't really commit to anything we told him. It was kind of discouraging, but we prayed for him after...

While we were there, there was another guy at the bus stop who was listening to our conversation. He was saying how he's been to church too, but now he's an atheist..and how he believes that it was all just a part of his evolution, and now he just doesn't believe in it anymore. We tried talking to him too, but he had to leave because his bus got there.

It was sooo crazy for me, being there. I'm so used to being in my safe little bubble...I hardly knew what to do with myself. It's not like I'm ashamed of my faith, because I'm not. I just found it realllly hard to put what I thought into words in fear of making him mad, or scaring him away.

I realized after though that I should've said more...I definitely want to do it again.

The weird part was...both those guys were sooo confused as to why we were there. They both thought it was a punishment or something. I wish I had been able to tell them that we did it because we loved Jesus and wanted to share that with other people...but things just got in the way..and the opportunity just passed me by. I hate to admit that, but it did. I wish I had the chance to re-do that night...

I do know what to expect for next time though...