Week at the YMCA

My gym was closed all week because of yearly maintained. It threw my schedule off because I normally meet a lot of people at the Immanuel Baptist Gym. I knew this could be an opportunity to do something a little bit different. I went to the High St. YMCA for the week. One morning I was working out in an upstairs room, which reminded me of my YMCA back in New York. It had an old school dungeon feel to it, I loved it…Anyway I was up there by myself for the first half-hour or so and finally a guy walked up there. In between my sets I introduced myself to Raul. Raul is from Cuba. I struck up a conversation with him and finally invited him to Friday night dinner. When I told him I was a pastor he kept asking me if I was being serious. Raul was excited about the dinner. We will see what happens…After I left the YMCA, I saw the homeless guy I had mentioned a few months ago who was at the church plant prayer meeting. After we prayed for him he wandered off and disappeared. When I saw him God asked me, "Do you really want the hurting and broken? If so there's one of them." For a split second I was just going to let him go but I wanted to be obedient so I drove by him, rolled down the window and handed him a dinner invite to my house. Again, we will see what happens.