Today I just want to write about something I am really passionate about and I’m hoping you will be inspired by it.
Recently, I was sitting at the local Starbucks where I usually hang out. I see a friend at another table talking to someone I have never seen before so I decide to walk up and say hi. This new person introduces himself as Trey. We laugh over practically sharing a name and I walked away. I honestly thought that was the last time I was going to talk to Trey.
Two days later I’m back at Starbucks, hanging out with a girl who is also a regular. We are talking and I hear the barista call out Trey’s name. I see him go and sit across the room with a large water in his hand and a little magazine tucked under his arm. Now, normally this wouldn’t look that weird to me, but something was telling me to go and talk to this guy I had met once randomly.
I walked up to him and ask if he was the guy I had met a few nights before and he invites me to sit down. We ended up talking for the next three hours about his life and how he got to be in the bay area. It turns out that Trey had pretty much run away from home during a mental breakdown after graduation. He left his house and hitchhiked across mainly California for the past two years. He talked about sleeping under bridges, getting picked up by strangers, dangerous situations, having no food.
As I am listening him tell me his extensive story of the past two years the only thing I can think is how amazing God is. This guy needed shelter and it was provided, he needed food and never went hungry. The only problem is that Trey doesn’t see it that way. Trey’s mother forced religion on her son his whole life and when he left, part of what he was running away from was her.
Trey is currently living in his car but has no money for gas or for food. He is cold every night. Although Trey put himself in his circumstances, I can’t help but care about his well being.
Homelessness is an issue that is really close to my heart. People living on the streets is something that really could be avoided if we had better drug rehabilitation centers, mental facilities and all over acceptance. I am not saying that everyone who is homeless is a drug addict or mentally ill, but I am saying there are a lot of people out there on the streets who need help.
Trey’s story has been on my mind a lot lately. He is one of the smartest people of his age (19) that I have ever met and he is also unique in his passion for just hitting the road and following where ever God takes him. I know Trey doesn’t view it that way, he sees it as a possibility but doesn’t have a personal relationship with the Lord.
I’m asking you guys to pray for him. To pray for Trey and other people who are hungry and tired. A lot of the time when we pray for those things, I find people saying it with an empty heart. Have a heart filled with compassion. There are people living in the cold. People who die and no one even knows their name. There are people all over the world, or sometimes even in your neighborhood who don’t know how they are going to feed themselves or their family.
I just wanna leave you with this thought. Sometimes we cannot do a lot about the problems in our world, but sometimes we can. Change starts with one person, one idea and it snowballs into the future. If there is something you are passionate about go out and do something about it! You might make the difference between saving a life, or a soul, or whatever! And if you aren’t sure what you are passionate about, or don’t know how to help, pray. Prayer is the power that will change the world.