Surely, the presence ...*

There are times in our services at Gospel Mission that the Lord "calls an audible at the line of scrimmage"** and things take off in an unexpected -- and amazingly powerful -- new direction. Saturday, I'd come to the Mission with the notes laid out for what I thought was supposed to be the sermon. Then, sitting in my office beforehand, another topic came to mind, and I wondered if there was a connection between the two topics and whether there was an elegant segue from the one to the other.



So, as I do when confronted with a situation like this that could be confusing, I simply said, "OK Lord, You show me what You want."



After the music service, I had already planned to precede the sermon by showing the segment from "100 Huntley Street", which profiled The Lord's Rain. I have to confess, as I looked at the segment again, with its images of the drug use and filthy alleys and rough-looking characters, there might be a hostile reaction among the guys. Partway through, the Lord said, "get them talking about it," so when it was over, I asked if there were any comments.



And people did start talking. They thought it was accurate and fair -- both in portraying the situation and in showing The Lord's Rain and what it does. The segment quotes Brendan (whom I've referred to before as one-half of our resident "glam couple") saying The Lord's Rain brings a sense of community, of people who truly care -- something he said was lacking elsewhere in the area. I asked the guys if we'd achieved that. It was unanimous: we have.



(Sense of community is a big deal on the Downtown East Side. The closure of the Health Contact Centre has sparked angry protests -- some of them tying up rush-hour traffic this past week -- even though the services, the official line goes, are being duplicated elsewhere. But as my friend Sandra Thomas*** writes in the Vancouver Courier, the Contact Centre provided that extra dimension: human contact. There's another dimension to the Contact Centre's closure, which, as is so often the case, concerns the matter of who stands to benefit from the Centre being closed. Stay tuned.)



And Jeff -- who's been coming to The Lord's Rain for over a year but only recently started coming upstairs to the services -- put it succinctly. "Thank you," he said. And everyone applauded.



On the one hand, I no more take personal credit for this than a baseball bat can take credit for a home run; but on the other, that sense of being obedient to God and "getting it right" is indescribably satisfying.



We were then left with about 15 minutes for the sermon, and by then, the presence of God was palpable. We talked about the sense of community that Brandon mentioned and the amazing ability we all have to confess our faults, pray for one another, and bring those faults together to the Cross for healing.



So at the Lord's reminder, I pulled out the foundation Scripture for my sermon last week at the Full Gospel church in Port McNeill -- which is one of our biggest supporters in a variety of different ways. The Scripture is John 20:11-18, where Mary Magdalene is weeping at the tomb, because "they" had taken away the body of Jesus. Jesus, I told them, was the only person who had seen her the way God intended her to be seen, and that had given her hope. Dead or alive, His body would remind her of that hope, and now, not even being able to see the body, that hope had been ripped away. That, I believe, was why she was weeping -- or, more accurately -- sobbing uncontrollably.



"They have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid Him." Notice that she doesn't even talk about the body: they've taken away her Lord.



And we talked about the way that Jesus tells Mary not to "cling" to Him, because He hadn't yet ascended to the Father, but after He had done that, He would send the Comforter -- the Holy Spirit -- who would be the new hope for Mary and for everyone else. Don't cling to anything in the world, Jesus is saying: cling to that Comforter. In fact, when we receive it, we find the Comforter clings to us.



Hope -- more than programs or money -- is the overriding need in the Downtown East Side; but also, the people in the area -- particularly those in that room -- "get it". They know that they need that hope, because the world sure isn't providing it. And for that, they're several steps ahead of a lot of rich folk, who cling to material things and are so blinded by the "god of this world" that they don't realize how much they need Jesus.



When we feel that we're totally bereft of hope, usually all we have to do is turn around -- like Mary -- and Jesus will be right there, calling our name.



Afterwards, some of the guys came up to talk about their hopes and where they wanted to go in their lives. Warren, for instance, has reappeared on the scene, about nine months after coming in the first time, asking for prayer because he hadn't felt as close to God as he had in the past. He said he received a Word at that time that helped him re-focus (I can't remember what it was): now, he says, he's back on track and some Native evangelists (notably Clarence Vickers) are urging him to start preaching.



Steve talked about having disabilities, but he's refusing to let them run his life and he's determined to show society that he can be a productive person.



Garvin -- whom I'd met before on the street but had never seen him at one of our services -- talked about going to Ottawa to take part in an anti-poverty protest on Parliament Hill; we prayed for wisdom and Grace and for the right people to be put in his path and for the Holy Spirit to give him the words he needs.



It was, in fact, an amazingly powerful service. There's no other way to sum it up. Can't even think of an appropriate way to conclu



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*(There's an engaging and self-deprecatingly amusing story connected with that hymn, "Surely, the presence of the Lord is in this place". For a long time, I had difficulty remembering whether the line was "surely, the presence of The Lord is in this place" or "surely, the presence of God is in this place". That reached its nadir when, one Sunday morning, both versions tried to get out of my mouth at the same time and I belted out "surely the presence of Gord is in this place".)



** Another case in which I'm certain football was created to provide analogies for our relationship with God.



*** Sandra also gave us a mention in her previous column, noting the 2nd anniversary of The Lord's Rain.