me? well mine was at a bar, but it wasn't a group of us doing ministry at a bar, here i'll explain.
it was when i moved out to Portland, Oregon. things in my life weren't the greatest, and it was a dark time, yet i know my faith was still alive then. God is too powerful to let one's struggles kill our faith, and i believe true belief in God will always stand the test of time. anyways.
i went to this bar i found that i was going to a good amount of the time. one night, i went for a few drinks. not really caring if i got drunk or not, which at the time, i wasn't getting drunk a lot because of the living situation. but still, i was losing caring to control a freedom.
so two guys come in, they are evidently drunk and having a good ole time. i'm there and the one guy sees my tattoos, and two of them have Christian meaning, and the other 2 are just decorative to get my full ideas done.
so i tell him, and he looks at me all shocked, because i'm sitting there smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. but his shock is relief tho. so we got talking and ironically enough our intake of alcohol drops by half, and we are talking and just smoking cigarettes. i tell him about my faith and my life, and he tells me about his. and it was honesty about our struggles. it wasn't us trying to put on some rightesous constume or us trying to justify our struggles, it was just two Christians being real about our faith and what we struggle with, which was alcohol. cigarettes, well if one says it is sin to smoke, then don't eat at mcdonalds, and i'm not going any farther with that. our struggle was drunkeness.
we talked more and more about our own lives. he was getting laid off, and was married with a kid and just trying to have faith and support his family and honestly i left that bar that night with a fresh sense of hope for my own faith with God. when he left he was saying goodbye to his friend, and to another person, and he gave me a handshake bye, and gave me a 2nd handshake, but it was a firmer handshake, and said thanks for the talk. it was beyond us having alcohol in our systems, because we both slowed down our drinking.
now i have never seen that man again, and i sure hope he is doing better. but for me, it was a Christian reaching out to another Christian and him doing the same thing to me. like i said, i left that bar that night with a fresh sense of hope that things are going to be better in my faith, and they are now. i am controlling my drinking now, it took a lot for me to get there, but i am so happy that i can still drink and not get drunk. so yes this is my "strangest place" i've ever witnessed at.
it was when i moved out to Portland, Oregon. things in my life weren't the greatest, and it was a dark time, yet i know my faith was still alive then. God is too powerful to let one's struggles kill our faith, and i believe true belief in God will always stand the test of time. anyways.
i went to this bar i found that i was going to a good amount of the time. one night, i went for a few drinks. not really caring if i got drunk or not, which at the time, i wasn't getting drunk a lot because of the living situation. but still, i was losing caring to control a freedom.
so two guys come in, they are evidently drunk and having a good ole time. i'm there and the one guy sees my tattoos, and two of them have Christian meaning, and the other 2 are just decorative to get my full ideas done.
so i tell him, and he looks at me all shocked, because i'm sitting there smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. but his shock is relief tho. so we got talking and ironically enough our intake of alcohol drops by half, and we are talking and just smoking cigarettes. i tell him about my faith and my life, and he tells me about his. and it was honesty about our struggles. it wasn't us trying to put on some rightesous constume or us trying to justify our struggles, it was just two Christians being real about our faith and what we struggle with, which was alcohol. cigarettes, well if one says it is sin to smoke, then don't eat at mcdonalds, and i'm not going any farther with that. our struggle was drunkeness.
we talked more and more about our own lives. he was getting laid off, and was married with a kid and just trying to have faith and support his family and honestly i left that bar that night with a fresh sense of hope for my own faith with God. when he left he was saying goodbye to his friend, and to another person, and he gave me a handshake bye, and gave me a 2nd handshake, but it was a firmer handshake, and said thanks for the talk. it was beyond us having alcohol in our systems, because we both slowed down our drinking.
now i have never seen that man again, and i sure hope he is doing better. but for me, it was a Christian reaching out to another Christian and him doing the same thing to me. like i said, i left that bar that night with a fresh sense of hope that things are going to be better in my faith, and they are now. i am controlling my drinking now, it took a lot for me to get there, but i am so happy that i can still drink and not get drunk. so yes this is my "strangest place" i've ever witnessed at.
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