Time in the hippie filled Haight Ashbury was productive indeed. Visiting a park called The Panhandle, there was obvious change taking place when we prayed and worshiped through. Many folks consumed with a look and an assumed feeling of love, joy and happiness that we found was quite the opposite. Marching through in pairs of two, we met many hopeless, desperate, and those searching for something better. We prayed with many who were open to more life and hope to encounter a friendship with God.
Journeying onward to Fisherman's Wharf, we were guided on a tour of China Town, Little Italy, Lombard Street, and many fun filled facts of the gold miners and San Francisco history. Ending with a phone call from our San Francisco friend wanting to re-connect to pray for her friend Arthur. This was another powerful time of prayer and release for Arthur. Things were broken and there was noticeable change. A cool way to finish our time in San Francisco.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Day at Golden Gate Park
The days experiences started on the bus to Golden Gate Park where we met our large handed friend Kelly, with Adam's apple, painted lips, and painted eyes gave us some tips about San Francisco sites to see and remarked about the fabulous public transportation.
We entered the park from the East Gate, to see homeless yet to be awakened from their drunken coma. Dirty sleeping bags, guitars, pierced bodies and hair dye. Stopped at the Aids Memorial where we prayed and God spoke. A place that represented much death. Deeper into the park we dismantled a stone altar. Breakthrough.
Landing between the Museum of Science and Museum of Modern Art was a center for music. Key location. Again, venturing out by two's we met more people that were open to receive an experience with the living God.
For our evening, we visited an old friend who provided a warm meal and some rest for us. Then, took the opportunity to pray and minister to our friend who was in need of a touch from God. God touched her and spoke words of lasting change. Cool time, watching God move. Powerful day.
We entered the park from the East Gate, to see homeless yet to be awakened from their drunken coma. Dirty sleeping bags, guitars, pierced bodies and hair dye. Stopped at the Aids Memorial where we prayed and God spoke. A place that represented much death. Deeper into the park we dismantled a stone altar. Breakthrough.
Landing between the Museum of Science and Museum of Modern Art was a center for music. Key location. Again, venturing out by two's we met more people that were open to receive an experience with the living God.
For our evening, we visited an old friend who provided a warm meal and some rest for us. Then, took the opportunity to pray and minister to our friend who was in need of a touch from God. God touched her and spoke words of lasting change. Cool time, watching God move. Powerful day.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
San Francisco
Arrival to foggy San Francisco to our retro hostel has been a good start to our adventure. Many friendly faces and people searching for something.
We rest here.
We headed to Union Square for worship and prayer, hoping to change things in the air.
Marching onward to the highly populated China Town, we went out by two's to meet those around. Both young and old were ready to experience something new with God. A fruitful time of prayer and connecting with people.
Hitting the streets by The Bay, we met a homeless group of men and boys in a park. One we like to refer to as "Simple Jack" informed us of an urban legend about a truck that once tipped over and set a punch of parrots free in the park. These pretty birds sang a nice song in the trees.
We rest here.
We headed to Union Square for worship and prayer, hoping to change things in the air.
Marching onward to the highly populated China Town, we went out by two's to meet those around. Both young and old were ready to experience something new with God. A fruitful time of prayer and connecting with people.
Hitting the streets by The Bay, we met a homeless group of men and boys in a park. One we like to refer to as "Simple Jack" informed us of an urban legend about a truck that once tipped over and set a punch of parrots free in the park. These pretty birds sang a nice song in the trees.
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