Reflecting on our experiences is a vital part of our communal growth. So please take some time to share with each other about your experience of serving your community. What you did, Who you met, How it impacted you, what God showed you about purpose and meaning.

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Written by Tara Homola   
Saturday, 06 September 2008 09:07

So, I read an awesome and inspiring book recently called "Same Kind of Different as Me". It's a tale of two very different men whose worlds touch in a way only God can have them do.  A very rich art dealer and a very poor homeless man share their story of how God brought them together to be the best of friends. The rich man has a wife who is so compassionate and sees right through the hostile attitude of the homeless man. They as a couple pursue him, and even though he seems to make himself unreachable, the Lord softens him over time. Tragedy happens for the couple and now miraculously, this angry, bitter man is comforting and counseling them instead.  The Lord used him to speak truth into the couple's lives. It's such a great book...a true story. 

I have always had a heart for the homeless, sharing what I have when I pass them on the street. I think of them in the winter and during the hot spells of the summer. I actually wrote out a list of questions I would love to ask them because I want to know who they really are...I know they are more than what i see. I've never used that list yet, but i still hope to. I've never had the courage to act on what my heart was prodding me to do, until i read that book.

I was on the way to the gym one day and as I passed by BurgerVille,

Last Updated on Saturday, 06 September 2008 09:19
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Written by Tara Homola   
Thursday, 13 August 2009 16:06

The Hope Rwanda Palau Festival has been the event of the year for me. I still can’t believe that just a few weeks ago I was part of such a successful event. Actually from the time I got the phone call telling me that I could come volunteer and be part of the whole thing I couldn’t believe it.
For me it was more than just the fun, it was the thrill of coming out of the house and knowing that I was going to be useful in something in something for a change.


When I went to the Stadium on the first, I didn’t really know what to expect. I had only been given two names and was told to look those people up when I got there. I didn’t know anyone and was a little bit intimidated. I was wondering what would be the welcome of people when they saw me, and if I would be welcome at all. When you are on a wheelchair, you never know what to expect, everyone reacts differently. Anyway, I got there and asked for Gary and Stephen and they showed up almost at the same time. I introduced myself and Stephen who had heard about me said that they had been told that I would work at the free clinic and would be the receptionist. I started to relax a little. They helped me out of the car and showed me inside. There were so many people already busy moving around and trying to get everything set for the day.



The amazing thing for me was that despite how busy everyone was, they stopped to say hello and introduce themselves. That was a big WOW for me, people never stop for me like that only to stare and wonder what someone like me is doing there, but that’s it. I met some really cool people who showed me around and made feel so comfortable that in no time all the uneasiness left and I was happy to be there. I was assigned to a desk and told that I would be the $1 Campaign girl. My job was to register the names of the public coming into the free clinic and get their dollar. The clinic was free but the government had taken the advantage of that event to conduct their $1 Campaign. But even with that, after all the medical care people were given, that dollar was really nothing.


It was overwhelming that all these people were helped and that I was part of it! People came in with all kinds of sicknesses and all were seen and helped to the best of our team’s ability. Very few went back disappointed because we couldn’t do anything for them and it broke my heart sometimes to see someone so coming in so hopeful only to be told that they couldn’t do anything for them. We had just a few of those but still it was sad. We had the case of a mother who brought her baby who had a cleaved lip and was told we were not conducting operation. Then we had the case of a blind woman who had heard we were treating eyes, that too was very sad.


But the most beautiful thing about being a believer is that we are never hopeless and although we couldn’t offer those people what they were looking for, we turned to the only who knows and cares and said a Little prayer with the people before sending them on their way and even though some of them went back sad, for others it meant something and made the whole difference. We serve a God who never fails where men do. We saw close to 900 people within three days and I know that for some people it was a turning point in their lives. Some lives were saved. I remember a little boy who had had a tooth infection for so long that when he came in the doctor said that a few more days and he could have died. It had gotten so bad. Now the boy is alive and well. Some people got their eyes checked and got glasses, others medication. Some came with rushes and got some cram to apply on them. Some came with migraines, ulcers, backaches, malaria… you name it! All were helped and went home happy.


For me, I didn’t just help out at the clinic, I also made new friends and I know there will be for a lifetime. The whole team was just awesome and everyone was nice to me. At the end of the day I would always have people waiting for me when my ride took forever to get there, despite the fact that they were all tired. And for that I was so thankful. We got to attend the concerts too and sat backstage. It was so cool! The coolest part was I got to meet Enrique, Andrew Palau and Nicole C. Mullen all in the same evening! I felt so blessed, beyond all I could have imagined.


The whole festival was an amazing experience for me and I still have a smile on my face just thinking about it. My pray is that after we experience something like that, we learn from it and try to bring the help that’s needed around us without waiting for people outside to bring it. I hope my country has learned from this. I am thankful to the Palau Festival and hope to get work with it again one day. They are such a blessing.?-Nadine

Last Updated on Monday, 24 August 2009 18:58
 
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Written by David   
Saturday, 02 August 2008 21:20
The anxious discussion, the chirping two-way radios, the happy smiles and warm introductions set the rhythm for the first time I served at a Compassion Clinic (Compassion Rockwood 2008). I had heard much through word of mouth, but I was anticipating the first hand experience of what the local churches could pull together to bless their community with a demonstration of Jesus' love.

Working in the triage center, I got a first-hand perspective on the impact being made in the lives of those being served. Volunteers worked patiently to help fill out medical forms, translators bustled back and forth, stopping to sit alongside those who needed extra help, and the hospitality team made frequent stops with smiles bigger then the pastries they were serving to those waiting.

I am taken aback by the reality of so much joy being experienced and poured out. I think of the many hospital visits in my life with barely a smile and the occasional half-hearted joke to relieve the impatient tension. Yet all of this was occurring with a purpose far greater then a financial exchange for services provided. It was even a purpose greater then duty to fellow human beings. It was being done out of a thankful outpouring of worship to the God that loved them first.

I was time and time again overwhelmed by the power and impact of a people who share a common purpose, a common joy, and a common love. I encountered individuals who broke down in tears out of thankfulness for everything that had been done for them. This is the type of service that can transform the most broken suffering parts of the world. If there is any movement I have experienced that can effectively address and reconcile this brokenness of humanity, it is happening on the grassroots level. It is happening when local churches walk outside the doors of their church in unity to demonstrate the love of Jesus that they preach.

Being a part of something like Compassion Rockwood is an encouraging and inspiring glimpse into what The Church can be.
Last Updated on Friday, 19 September 2008 12:42
 
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Written by Tara Homola   
Tuesday, 16 September 2008 15:46


I walked out of Fred Meyers the other day after getting groceries, and I was parked right in front of the doors. A young boy (I would guess about 12 or 13 years old) stopped me and to ask for some money to get on the bus. He was so casual and confident about it. Something about it just felt really weird and sad to me.  I told him i had no cash on me and I got in my car. He went back to his spot sitting on the bike rack and I just sat there stuck in my car....sitting right in front of him. The more I thought about it, and how young he was to be out there asking for money like that, the more my mind wandered to what could really be going on. I thought about the possibility that he was being forced to ask for money by someone watching close by, or more likely that he was just looking for some free cash. But I just couldn't get over how young he was, so there I sat. As I watched, someone gave him a dollar. He went back to the bike rack and sat. Now even more suspicious that his bus story was just a story, I waited til he looked at me and waved him over.

Last Updated on Thursday, 22 October 2009 18:27
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Written by Milan   
Friday, 18 July 2008 11:32

It was a cold winter morning and I was heading to school. I drove that day because I wanted to stop and give Jesse the long underwear I had promised him. Jesse is a homeless man who has one leg, and I had been building a relationship with him for more than a year. As I pulled up next to him on the exit ramp, he recognized me. He hobbled forward on his crutches to receive my gift, but as he did so, his crutch got caught and he completely tumbled over nearly under my vehicle. I couldn't believe what happened, and I got out of my car in the middle of traffic to help my friend up. To my utter shock, as I helped him up, he angrily told me to "Go away, leave me alone." He had tears in his eyes from the pain of the fall. I drove away filled with extreme hurt and anger, yelling obscenities into the silence of my vehicle. A mile down the road I pulled into a gravel lot and beat my steering wheel to vent my anguish. Then I started to reflect...and I realized that everything in me wanted me to cut ties with Jesse, he had embarrassed and rejected me while I was holding my hand out to help. My nature told me to leave this man alone. He was homeless, of no value, and definitely wouldn't be any loss to me if I never talked to him again.

Last Updated on Friday, 19 September 2008 12:41
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