Tuesday, May 25, 2010

That time again

Well we have arrived at the time of year were I bore you with stories of our evenings out on the street. We were out tonight and as we walked along by the harbour we were accosted by two prostitutes who were very happy to see us greeting us with lots of hugs and kisses. One had been here last year, we had prayed for her anemia and it was now much better. She told us how she had been reading the bible we gave her. It was so refreshing to get such a warm greeting.

We walked back into the west end and stopped to talk to a new PR who we gave a bible to, whilst we were talking to her we noticed another guy we had been helping out was surrounded by 5 guardia civil, the hard core police. We was in some sort of altercation with them about money owed at a kebab shop. Whilst I chatted with this new PR Claire just watched and prayed for this other guy. The police eventually punched him to the ground kicked him about a bit and then let him go!!! That is wrong, so wrong on so many levels. 5 guys my size beating up some young guy.

We then walked up a bit further and another girl asked us if she could have a bible, but we had just given ours away! I can't wait until we get the new ones. We stood and chatted with her for a bit.

As we walked around tonight we heard that someone had been stabbed to death the previous evening outside one of the pubs. This doesn't happen often but it is always disturbing.

We talked with many other workers it's very quiet here at the moment, but that gives us time to connect. The centre is getting nicely busy now which is also great. Table tennis is proving a real winner. How does this work? About a week ago two guys pop into use the table tennis table and then tonight two of our guys sit and talk with them on the street for an hour about Jesus. Table tennis is the way forward.

It's good to be back in this random world. Scary at times, sad at times, funny at times but definitely the place we are meant to be.


lisa said...

I love this time of year when you stories are straight from the streets. Never boring and always confirming that you're where you should be. Love to the fam.

Tanya Heasley said...

I like reading your blog about you, Tracy and the boys, but I especially love to read about the reality of the night culture in Ibiza. It's not a boring read but in fact it reawakens my passion for Street Pastoring and reminds me why we need to take Jesus' love to the streets.

Table Tennis Church sounds great too.