I am just getting home from an amazing night in Las Vegas. Not the kind of night that might come to mind when you think about Las Vegas, but amazing to say the least. Every first Friday of the month a couple thousand locals gather downtown to take over the Art District streets. Food trucks, galleries, bands, alcohol, and of course porta potties.
As many locals attend this monthly event for various reasons, I found myself in the middle of Sin City with a much different mission. The Saint City Outreach team was in full force, ready to break down walls, build relationships and make some contacts. We used a three questions survey which was a great tool allowing us to ask lots of questions without making the person feel threatened. For more info on First Friday Outreach with Saint City Project CLICK HERE
After training and orientation we prayed and hit the road asking God to point out people He wanted us to approach. As we engaged in conversations with First Friday attenders it was evident that we were supposed to be there. It was as if the people God was showing us were waiting for us or maybe we were waiting for them. Person after person I found they all had an immense desire to know God and the biggest reason they didn’t pursue Him is religious hypocrisy. They want Jesus… They want His sacrifice…But the veil of religion has stood between them and their heavenly father far too long. My only strategy is to love them where they are at and pray that God will use me and others to bring them home.
Towards the end of the night we were debriefing at the Turning Point Cafe over some burgers and sweet potato fries. We were discussing some church doctrines when this woman walks in and God gave me spiritual eyes to see an urgency in her life. I immediately asked her “how can I help you” as if I owned the place. She responded with curiosity about the turning point which is a 12 step facility. I pointed out the sobriety plaques on the walls and she began to exam the dates and quotes people had recorded over the years. I then invited her to sit with us and we all knew this was a God moment. Some would call it a divine appointment. Maybe God had given her a courtesy call that morning and she walked in to her destiny at that moment.
Mya began to tell us about her struggles with alcohol. She described it as a “thing” that had a hold on her and it was strong. As tears were dropping from her eyes she confessed all of these struggles as if someone were listening for the first time. She obviously was filled with the Spirit of God but had some demon oppression that would not go without force. We ended praying for her, speaking life into her broken world. Casting out fear and worry in the name of Jesus Christ. This was such an amazing experience not just for Mya, but for us. For God to consider us worthy enough to use us in this situation. Thank you God for spiritual eyes.“I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints,” Ephesians 1:18 “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:18