Xtreme Sports verse Xtreme Living !

Everyday there are new Xtreme sports open to people who are willing to try the most wild, outrageous, off the chart kinda things out there. Things that make their hair stand on ends, send their blood pressure off the charts and give their parents and family members a fright.

Saturday GOD opened my eyes to Xtreme Living - not the kind of the Rich and Famous, not the kind that make you wish you didn't have to leave, not the kind that makes you wish more more, but the kind that makes you stop in your tracks, raise your hands to the sky and thank your good LORD above for the simple and great things that HE and HE alone has gifted to you.

Xtreme living of the homeless, the lost, the forgotten and the misplaced. People of our society that many of us pass on the streets and look at with contempt. If we see them on the street corner holding their hand out we are sure they would use whatever money we might give them for drugs so we pre-judge, put our head down and rush by.

Many of them seemed to be mentally ill, some seemed to be on drugs, some were clean, some were dirty, some were pleasant, some were mean, but two things they all had in common - they were all children of the same FATHER I am and they were all hungry. The old, the young, the injured, the healthy, the unemployed, the employed, the talented, the greedy, the caring and the uncaring.

It was a melting pot of the needy and GOD peeled the scales from my eyes and showed me that just as JESUS was sent to this earth to walk amongst us, just as HE walked among the poor and the needy, just as HE didn't judge one over the other, just HE helped all regardless of their sin, so too must we.

You can't say the drug addict can't have food because of the life they lead they aren't worthy, you can't say the mentally ill don't deserve to eat they need to be on their meds, you can't say they shoud get a job and take care of themselves. There is always another side to the story and it's not up to us to judge, that's GOD's job.

So on Saturday regardless of race, size, shape, age or religion, we fed. It was as if JESUS had walked thru the door and fed the 5000, the food went just as far as the last person who walked into the church. Never a doubt, it was perfect just the right amount of everything.

So tonight when you sit down at the table to eat on your fancy dishes and your real silverware, stop for a moment, bow your head and thank your Heavenly FATHER for the simple pleasure of that. Most of the people we fed on Saturday probably can't remember the last time they ate with a real utensil or on a real plate. Thank GOD for the things you take for granted everyday - the person across the table from you and the food on your table.

The Whitaker girls helped on Saturday and they were asked what they learned from their day. I heard one of them say "I learned not to take my things for granted anymore." Out of the mouths of babes.

One Saturday won't change the lives of the people we served near as much as it will changed the lives of the people who served.

Our GOD is an AWESOME GOD !!!!