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 grace-filled day. For the first time, Mike was home to help load up the SUV with supplies for the homeless — and what a blessing that was. The older one gets, the more laborious the task becomes. Mike made sure everything was in order: all the carts loaded and Melchizedek (the SUV’s name) gassed up and ready to go.

At Nohl Canyon Elementary School, where the sandwiches are made, the students were lined up and eager to help. With more than 30 volunteers, what normally takes two to three hours to produce 300 sandwiches was accomplished in just one hour. My friend Sarah was there as well, alongside all three of her daughters.


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 arrived at Skid Row, the anointing fell the moment the rear door of the SUV swung open. And yet, the conflict from earlier in the morning lingered — the poor behavior, the anger, the sense of unworthiness. How could anyone in that condition pray for another? That is precisely how the enemy works. The spirit had been out of alignment, and Satan was quick to whisper that God could not use someone who had just behaved that way.

But that is a lie.

God does not wait for perfect vessels. The moment that lie was recognized and rejected, the ministry opened up — and what a privilege it was to stand with brothers and sisters on Skid Row and pray.

As soon as we parked, two women approached to share some exciting news — “Refresh Spot” had recently opened on Skid Row. This remarkable ministry offers free showers and clean towels to the homeless, along with charging stations for cell phones and access to clean restrooms, all at no cost. Evans, the project manager, shared that within a few weeks, free washers and dryers would also be available for the displaced. It is the most significant and tangible improvement seen on Skid Row in years.

Nearby, a group of people had set up to feed the homeless for the very first time — though they had positioned themselves in one of the most isolated spots on the block, where foot traffic was nearly nonexistent. When asked what church they were from, the answer was surprising: no church affiliation, just a group of generous hearts standing and waiting for people to come to them. In a spirit of charity, a gentle suggestion was offered — walk to the people, hand the meals directly to them, and take the time to know them by name. There was a beautiful irony in the moment: many of the sandwiches were packed inside large Gucci shopping bags, the kind that come with luxury purchases. But God sees the heart, not the packaging — and the Lord will surely bless what was offered with such sincerity.

What a blessing it was to meet so many loving souls — among them Esperanza and her four children: Jocelyn, Jazmine, Richard, and little Alexa, who was nestled in her stroller. Esperanza and her family are currently living in a shelter, and she is expecting another child. Please keep her in prayer. We also met Amber, whose heart was broken over the separation from her children. She could not hold back her tears. Please pray that Amber finds freedom from drug dependency, so that she may be reunited with the children she so clearly loves.

Rosaries were distributed throughout the morning, and the response was deeply moving — so many people received them with genuine tenderness and gratitude. For those unfamiliar with the Rosary, every prayer within it is rooted in Scripture. The Hail Mary draws directly from the Angel Gabriel’s greeting to Mary and her own Magnificat (Luke 1:28, 46–55), while the Our Father comes from the very words of Jesus Himself, taught to His disciples in the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 6:9–13; Luke 11:2–4). These are not man-made devotions — they are the words of God, prayed in rhythm and love.

One moment stood out above the rest. Selene, a homeless woman, pressed her Rosary against her heart and offered her thanks with quiet sincerity. Please pray for Selene — she is in need of stable housing.

When such profound peace is experienced on Skid Row, one conclusion becomes almost inevitable: those who ministered will soon come under attack. And that is exactly what happened. That ugly spirit returned on the drive home. Instead of praying, the mood turned unpleasant — again. Gary, a faithful member of the team, gently offered counsel about extending love to everyone, but the heart was not ready to receive it. A call to an old friend, Cindy, brought some relief — she listened, understood, and promised her prayers. Within a couple of hours, the dark cloud began to lift. Repentance followed, and with it, the return of peace and a cheerful spirit.

This is how the enemy operates — attacking the mind, the body, or those we love most. But the victory always belongs to the Lord.

This behavior was out of character, and apologies were offered to all who witnessed that unfortunate display. By God’s mercy, Mike was not home — because in that state, a fight would have been inevitable. After lunch, a large serving of humble pie was ordered and consumed in solitude, with prayer as the only company.


“Know this, my dear brothers and sisters: everyone should be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath, for the wrath of a man does not accomplish the righteousness of God.” — James 1:19–20


Finally, please pray for Robert, a beloved member of the team. Shortly after serving the homeless, Robert’s appendix ruptured, requiring emergency surgery. He will be hospitalized for six days and will most likely be unable to make the pilgrimage to the Holy Land this year. Robert needs our prayers — for healing, for peace, and for the grace to trust God’s plan even in this painful detour.

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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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