The Displaced

Jane, Amber, me and Gary, pray for Amber to be drug free so that she can be united with her children
My precious friends Sarah and Adurey
Sarah’s daughter Savannah
Bella, Sarah’s oldest daughter

Friday was a great day, because for the first time Mike was home to help me load up the SUV with supplies for the  homeless.  Believe me, that was a special blessing, the older I get the more laborious the chore. Mike always makes sure I have everything I need, loading all the carts and making sure Melchizedek  (the SUV’s name) is gassed up.

At Nohl Canyon, the elementary school where we make the sandwiches, the students were lined up ready to help. There were more than 30 students and what normally takes 2 to 3 hours to make 300 sandwiches we accomplished in one hour. My friend Sarah and all three of her daughters  were there as well.

Saturday was not such a good day, as I was in an unusual mood. As the morning progressed my spirit was filled with dissension. I was upset because we had to pick up one of members of our team, going 20 minutes out of the way. I started complaining what a hardship this was and that this person needed to make other arrangements. Why was I allowing myself to behave this way? It was as if I had no control over my negative thoughts. The more I tried to show any type of remorse, the more this angry spirit prevailed. I have been picking up this person for years, I am often irritated  about this,  but this time it was bad.

Once we got to Skid Row, I felt the anointing fall as soon as we opened the rear door to the SUV. I was so conflicted by my poor behavior that I felt unworthy to pray for anyone. This how the enemy works; yes, I was out of the spirit, and because of my anger, I was reminded by Satan that I could not be used of God. That is a lie, and once I snapped out of it I was able to minister to my brothers and sisters on Skid Row.

Evans and me standing in front of the new Refresh Spot

As soon as we parked, two women approached us to inform us that “Refresh Spot” had recently opened. This wonderful group of people offer free showers and clean fresh towels for the homeless. The Refresh Spot people also allow them free charging stations for their cell phones, and the use of clean restrooms at no charge.  Evans, the project manager, also informed us that in a few weeks they will be providing free washers and dryers for the displaced. This is the biggest improvement on Skid Row that I have seen in years.

We met a group of people that were feeding the homeless for the first time. They situated themselves in the most awkward place, where almost no foot traffic passes. I asked them what church they were from, and they said that it was their first time doing this. No church, and just standing waiting for people to come to them. In a loving way I told them that they needed to walk around and hand out the meals and to get to know the people. The irony was that most of the sandwiches were in large paper Gucci bags, the type that designer bags come in. The Lord will bless their effort because their hearts were in the work.

Esperanza, Jocelyn, me Jazmin, Richard and Alexa in stroller (not pictured)

We were blessed to meet so many loving people like Esperanza and her four children, Jocelyn, Jazmine, Richard and Alexa (in stroller not pictured). Esperanza and her children live in a shelter and she is expecting another child.  Amber could not stop crying about her children and wanted to be with them, so we need to pray for her to be drug free in order for this to take place.

We handed out Rosaries, and it was a joy to see how many lovingly received the prayer beads. For those of you that may not be familiar with the Rosary, the prayers said are all in the Bible. The Hail Mary is in (Luke 1:28; 1:46-55) and the Our Father is in found in the middle of the Sermon of the Mount (Luke 11:2-4; Matthew 6:9-13) when Jesus is teaching his disciples to pray. A homeless woman, Selene, held her Rosary to her heart while thanking us, she needs prayer for housing.

When we experience this type of peace on Skid Row we can only conclude one thing; we that ministered are going to be under attack. That ugly spirit returned to torment me and instead of praying on the way home, I was again unpleasant. Gary, part of our team, talked to me about being loving to everyone, but I did not want to take his counsel. I called my old buddy Cindy and explained the situation; she promised to be praying for me. After a couple of hours I felt the dark cloud lift, and I repented and was back to my cheerful self.  The way the Devil works is to attack our minds or our bodies or those of our loved ones, but in the end the victory belongs to the Lord.

This behavior was out of my character, and I apologized to all that witnessed this unfortunate display of ungodliness. Thank God Mike was not home because for sure I would have picked a fight with him too.  After lunch I orders a large serving of humble pie and ate it all alone while praying.

James 1:19-20

19 My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, 20 because human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.

 Please pray for Robert, a team member, shortly after serving the homeless  Robert’s appendix ruptured and had to have emergency surgery, he will be hospitalized for 6 days, and will most likely not make the trip to the Holy Land this year.
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Focus, Focus, Focus

Praying the Rosary and witnessing to the parking attendant

I received a phone call one recent Sunday, asking me to participate in a focus group. In the conversation, which  was brief I disclosed my cell phone number and my email address. The caller also informed me that the topics to be discussed were hot political issues. I was told that an email or text would follow with more details. The focus group was going to pay for dinner at a trendy Irvine restaurant, and also pay participants $150.

My head got really big after this phone call, as I was thinking, maybe they are reading my Blog and found it so interesting that they wanted my opinion. It did not take long for my hairdresser Misty to burst my bubble when she said, “You should be careful, it sounds like a scam.” I wanted to share with others about how “special” I was in being selected, but now a dark cloud of doubt filled my deflated mind.

I checked for any information via email or text from this group, but received no communication. I called the restaurant, and they too confirmed that nothing was scheduled. I was a little disappointed because the money would have come in handy for the upcoming trip to Israel.

I was busy cleaning the house when the phone rang the day of the scheduled meeting.  It was the focus group people calling to confirm my participation. My response was, “You mean the scam!” The lady was nervously trying to convince me that it was not a scam, and then proceeded to contact her supervisor. He told me to call the restaurant again to clear things up. I did, and it was legit.

When I arrived, I was directed to the bar to join the other participants. Yeah, I was not going to do that, I stepped outside and started to pray the Rosary. I asked God to humble me, and for Jesus to be seen through me, I also witnessed to the parking attendant. I walked back in and met some of the people. The only thing that I could find in common with some of them was that we were part of the human race. Republicans, Democrats, all mixed together, with ages ranging from a ninety year-old man, to a petite twenty-year-old young lady.

The mediator mentioned that he had an MBA from some Ivy League college, and is earning his living by collecting information, and selling it. The gathering was impressive, with video cameras and microphones set up. For some reason part of the group, myself included, thought that it was going to be a discussion on Dreamers, President Trump’s Tweets, or the great political divide. What we talked about was more community issues, like the homeless encampment along the Santa Ana River bed. One gentleman, a retired sheriff, informed us that the homeless are now referred to as displaced people. Since I have been working with the “Displaced” people for years I did have some knowledge to offer. I gleaned some information from a recent radio commentary that a priest was giving. He talked about all state hospitals being forced to close due to government cutbacks. Persons with mental disorders are now in the streets, and I know first hand that a large population of displaced are chronic addicts. The 90 year-old man added that he was employed by this type of insitutuion,  and he explained that the mental patients had a home and that their medication was monitored and controlled. Others in the group thought that it would be a huge financial burden to go back to opening mental hospitals. The sad reality is that the prisons are now housing many mentally ill persons, the population has increased from 5% to 20% within the last 25 years. The rest of the mentally ill are displaced and roaming the streets According to 2016 statistics put out by Social Solution, there are 564,708 displaced people in the U.S. Of these, according to Fact Sheet: Homelessness in California, 115,738 are living in California. We need a better solution to help displaced people, or the problem will continue to grow.

Another topic was our prison system, and the lack of rehabilitation. All but one person agreed that rehabilitation is the only avenue for parolees.

We were allowed to give an opinion on the matters discussed, we all listened and I was presently surprised as to how respectful we all were of our differences. The mediator explained that this type of forum produces the best information because people are honest in person.

The man sitting to my left  asked how we were picked for the survey.  To add to my humility, we were randomly selected because we are registered voters, not because they read my Blog.

1 Peter 5:6  

Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hip Hop Songwriter?

Poor man’s copyright

A few years ago, as I was driving home from Bible study, the Lord gave me a rap song. I kept repeating the lyrics so as to not forget. I got home and ran to write out the lyrics. The following morning I got up and shared with Mike about the rap song; he laughed in disbelief and continued with his workout on the treadmill.

I shared the song with several close friends and family members, and for the most part the responses were positive. My godson Marcus suggested that I submit the lyrics to a popular Christian Hip Hop group. The task of reaching this group was nearly impossible, and for months I left messages with Gotee Records, but to no avail. I prayed about it often, but but I still got no response.

I was checking my LinkedIn account, and out of the blue was the face and name of the lead singer. I immediately contacted him, and to my amazement he quickly responded with instructions as to how to get the information to him through We Transfer & Dropbox. He was kind and humble, but of course I had no clue about what he was talking about. I followed up and explained that I only had the lyrics.

At that point the few songs that I had written were not copyrighted, so I quickly did a poor man’s copyright. The poor man’s copyright is done by mailing the songs to yourself with a postmark date from the U.S.Postal service. This copy must always remain sealed because if the lyrics becomes a legal matter or a copyright infringement the poor man’s copyright will hold up in court. When the poor man’s copyright arrived a few days later, addressed to me, Mike opened it, so I had to do it all over again.

After Mike opened the poor man’s copyright, I did not feel comfortable and determined that I needed to take the proper measures and do a government issued copyright. I contacted several copyright services online, but did not want to pay $150. Again, I prayed and was lead to the government website for copyright. The charge was $33. It took over five hours of perseverance and prayer before I could breathe a sigh of relief. After I sent the information electronically, I felt comfortable to forward two of the songs to famous Hip Hop group.

Months later I received a warning dream from the Lord. Yes, God talks to me, and guess what? I listen. This was the dream:

I was in my backyard patio with one of my sisters when Mike came in with two white envelopes  from Federal Express, with blue writing. Mike handed them to me, but I told him that I would open them in private. I stepped inside and when I opened the first envelope, it was one of my songs. As I took a closer look at the song I saw that some of the words in my original lyrics were whited out, and other words added. I opened the second envelope, and saw the same thing, with some words whited out and new words added in. This was a clear message that I could no longer have the Christian Hip Hop group continue with my creation. I contacted the lead singer and shared the dream, telling him that because of the warning dream I had to pull the project. The leader of the group was gracious and thanked me.

I am not a starving songwriter, so I’m just waiting to hear from the Lord on how to promote my new venture.

This song is about a good girl who is serving the Lord, and being pursued by a worldly bad boy, as follows:

The Odd One

She doesn’t like the limelight doesn’t like the flair

She sings a cappella while waving her hand in the air

She is the odd one, the God one

The odd one, the God one

She is despised by the others because they gave it up

She operates in love not on any luck

She moves to the soft sound of the beat inside her head

Don’t think that you can get into your bed

She is sold out

She is the Odd one the God one

The odd one the God one

She has a shield about her

She knows her way around

But when she passes me all my heart does is pound

She is the odd one, the God one

The odd one, the God one

She combs her hair but once, all I do is stare

She never bothers to look in the mirror

Her beauty well defined

She calls me by a name that is not even mine

Doesn’t matter to me to hear her voice divine

She is the odd one the God one

The odd one the God one

Her life in one direction

My heart all up in her affection

She is the odd one the God one

The odd one the God one

© Lynda Ciriza

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