Freo Blesses

Fremantle is changing. It seems to have gone from curses to blessings. Last night was no exception. As myself and another Senior Chaplain passed one the nightclubs, a bouncer walked up to us. He held out twenty dollars and said "do you guys except donations?". We were a bit taken aback not knowing what to say. He continued "I really believe in what you guys are doing, take it, buy yourself a souvlaki or something". We took the money and said God bless you sincerely to him. We both meant it. We decided to donate it to the ministry and placed it into the Chaplain Backpack. We carry money for emergencies (distraught people needing a taxi mainly) Though we do not advertise it or it would get taken advantage of.

It did feel nice to be appreciated. Later in the night two police officers, one male the other a young lady were both very warm to us. We had a good chat with them, the lady at 2:30am telling us you can go home now. As we looked around at ten officers and all quiet her advice seemed fitting, perhaps even the Lord was speaking through her. No carnage just bored officers to be honest. Happy Chaplains though. Peace is good. We had prayed for peace and we received what we had asked for.

A water bottle handed out to a slightly drunk young man, who was more tired than drunk, a kind "are you alright?" to a girl lying on concrete who got up instantly saying "yeah I'm fine, but thanks". An inquisitive "what are Street Chaplains?" by another young man who was stunned to learn "we help people". He repeated it to his friends - "they Help People".

How easy it can be to help people with God, how hard it can be without him