We Need Some Prayers in Mississippi

Hey y'all. Hope everybody's doing well. Life is good on the Gulf Coast. If you haven't heard about my recent exploits in prison and the hospital, you're due for some good story time with me when I see you again. But I'm fine and back to "normal" now, which brings me to my next point...

I can't seem to wrap my head around what I'm a part of down here. Lagniappe is probably the greatest expression of love I will ever see. God has stirred up an outpouring of grace on this place. I spend every day amongst hundreds of people who have been called to come and serve the kingdom. I witness physical provision on a daily basis in the form of donated shingles and longterm volunteers showing up out of the blue to meet needs and a million other things. I spend time with lonely people who come to the church door looking for company and maybe a hot meal.

Still I don't believe. My eyes are closed to the remarkable occurances that surround me. I see pushy, difficult volunteers rather than a body of believers sent to love those in need. I see an endless list of impossible tasks rather than a perfectly unfolding plan. I see bothersome locals looking to take advantage of our "hospitality" rather than souls searching for love and acceptance. The other interns struggle too. We need the gospel. So please pray for our hard hearts and the success of this ministry.