How I met Jesus in Fort Worth, Texas!
by: Jason Hughes www.figliving.com
It was about 9:00 pm and I was walking down Houston Ave in downtown Fort Worth, Texas desperately seeking a hot meal. It had been a hectic day of travel that included a full blown sprint to catch a flight, lost luggage, “misplaced” hotel reservations, and no food. It was cold, I was tired, and my quest for an authentic Tex-Mex meal was looking bleak, so I compromised and settled for some Applebee’s wanna-be. By this time I had reached caveman status so I grabbed a seat and ordered way too much food. While anxiously awaiting the arrival of my meal I tried to distract myself by reflecting on the purpose of my trip. I had traveled to Texas to attend a three-day course to be further trained in the arts of high-end residential swimming pool construction…...and I was pumped. An opportunity to learn, meet new people, and…never mind here comes my food. My meal finally hit the table and I was ready to dig in when some dirty guy taps on the window, points to his wide open mouth and lips the word “homeless”. So I kind of look down at my food for a split second and think, ‘this is awkward’, but instantly look up again to gaze at the man. But when I did it wasn’t the same person. In my eyes his appearance had completely transformed. You see, in that split second I looked down, I remembered something I had read in the Bible that changed the way I saw the world as well as everyone around me. It is one of Jesus’ teachings found in Matthew chapter 25. He taught “what you have done to the least of these your brethren you have done unto me”. When I looked out of the window the second time the person I saw was Him…..literally. So, let’s pause to ask ourselves an honest question: If Jesus tapped on your window and asked you for help how would you respond? Probably exactly as I did. I got up, went outside and talked to Him. After we exchanged a few words and I gave Him some money (I mean come on, it was Jesus, the least I could do was give Him ten bucks!). At that point his eyes welled up with tears and he said “I just want to give you a hug”. Then we embraced. Not only did I meet Jesus in Fort Worth, but He gave me a hug as well! This was an experience I will always treasure. It has little to do with giving to the homeless and everything to do with the little opportunities we have on a daily basis to serve others. Based on my experience, it is only on the rare occasion I forget myself and seek to help others that I find anything close to real joy, the kind of happiness that endures. All other types of pseudo-happiness eventually wither, leaving only a feeling of utter emptiness. This requires a change of focus, a paradigm shift. It’s extremely difficult. Only the best people in history have even come close to it, only One has ever done it perfectly. Service is not about the why, the where, or the how….it is about the Who.
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Northern Neck Food Bank distributes Food and Love!

On the second Saturday of each month the White Stone Church of the Nazerene in the Northern Neck of Virginia opens its doors to those who stand in need: food for those with empty cabinets, love for those with empty hearts, and an opportunity to serve for those who need to fill an emptiness inside of themselves. This is a wonderful experience for all involved. From the second you walk through the door it's obvious that the objective is to do more than simply provide for the temporal needs of the patrons. Everyone is warmly greeted and the morning is started off with a spirit filled prayer which is followed by a hot breakfast. Patrons then have their orders filled and taken to their vehicles. From start to finish each patron is made to feel valued and loved. Smiling faces abound and the Spirit of the Lord abides as this wonderful service takes place. I have had the opportunity to work with Lance Barton and the team of dedicated volunteers on several occasions; each time knowing that I was the one blessed by the experience. Last time we brought five young men from our church with us and they were all blown away. Each one stood before the congregation the next day and shared their experiences. All of the boys were moved and several became emotional as they shared what an impact serving others had on them. I would encourage anyone who could possibly spare a couple hours on a Saturday morning to participate. What better thing can we do with our time than serve others?
