Fremantle is
changing. It seems to have gone from curses to blessings. Last night was no
exception. As myself and another Senior Chaplain passed one the nightclubs, a
bouncer walked up to us. He held out twenty dollars and said "do you guys except
donations?". We were a bit taken aback not knowing what to say. He continued "I
really believe in what you guys are doing, take it, buy yourself a souvlaki or
something". We took the money and said God bless you sincerely to him. We both
meant it. We decided to donate it to the ministry and placed it into the
Chaplain Backpack. We carry money for emergencies (distraught people needing a
taxi mainly) Though we do not advertise it or it would get taken advantage
of.
It did feel nice to be appreciated. Later in the night two police
officers, one male the other a young lady were both very warm to us. We had a
good chat with them, the lady at 2:30am telling us you can go home now. As we
looked around at ten officers and all quiet her advice seemed fitting, perhaps
even the Lord was speaking through her. No carnage just bored officers to be
honest. Happy Chaplains though. Peace is good. We had prayed for peace and we
received what we had asked for.
A water bottle handed out to a slightly
drunk young man, who was more tired than drunk, a kind "are you alright?" to a
girl lying on concrete who got up instantly saying "yeah I'm fine, but thanks".
An inquisitive "what are Street Chaplains?" by another young man who was stunned
to learn "we help people". He repeated it to his friends - "they Help People".
How easy it can be to help people with God, how hard it can be without
him
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