Thursday nights for the past 6 months have been spent at the Ark Church only 15 minute bus ride down the mountain. From January to yesterday we've gotten to know 7 homeless guys who would come on and off to our Coffee and Game Night.
We've also become very close with the woman behind the homeless ministry at the Ark church Jenny.
Our 8 guys, Sandy, Reggie, Rauly, the Czech twins, Philipe, and Tony all started out as closed up shells. (Well Sandy was very friendly from day one) and grew to be very friendly with us.
Most of our talk was over a game of Scrabble or dominos, while Philipe and Dave (One of the interns who goes down) would play checkers.
We heard countless story after story about family, and past experience before the guys ended up on the street.
One story that has really stood out to me was one I heard last night.
Tony one of the guys who has only been coming for a month or two is an aspiring DJ and is actually pretty good. He takes rock songs and turns them into techno remixes. Though his ability is limited seeing as he has to use a public computer.
Back in England he has/had a daughter who he adores.
The week before last I was doodling on our score paper for Scrabble and Tony came in late.
As the evening went on he noticed the drawings and asked who did them. Lindsay (Another intern who goes down) informed him it was me.
At the end of the night I gave him the paper and Tony was floored that some one would just give him a drawing.
I didn't think much of it because I never really thought much of those sorts of doodles.
This week when I went back we went to go get the tables to set up for the night and Tony pulled out his wallet.
He showed me a picture of his daughter, and beside it was the picture I had drawn.
He informed me that the picture reminded him so much of his daughter, and I have to admit there was a resemblance.
Tony said he'd never loose the picture because he feels like it's a very close drawing to what his daughter would look like now.
I can't believe God was use a silly little doodle like that to minister to a father who can't be with his daughter.
I've been thinking a lot about getting into the Comic industry, and I still want to. But now I know that even if I become a best selling artist it won't mean as much to me as having a picture treasured by a homeless guy in Fuengirolla Spain.
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