You’ll never hear the solution on the news
San Francisco is full of gays and drug addicts. At least that’s what the world tells me. That’s how the world defines me, defines you, defines everyone — based on some distracting superficial garbage.
And I know, just like you know, that the fake news media is fake. It lies. But it’s not the only media that lies. Lots of media lies. Lots of people focus on stupid and miss getting to the root of the problem.
And until you meet the men and women saved out of drug addiction, saved out of homosexuality, saved out of prostitution. Until you meet the men and women powerfully saved out of a life on the streets of San Francisco and places like it, then you know what? Until then, it might be a lot easier to believe the world’s narrative.
I live in downtown San Francisco.
I’m not going to deny it. Democrats really suck. They know how to run a city into the ground. But you miss the point of getting to the root of the problem if that is as far as you look.
So I walk around my city, even the horrifying downtown corridor I call home, and I don’t cry for the junkies and the gays. Who could cry for such a thing if that is how you see people? You would instead glory at the fact that judgment will one day come for them and purge us of their illness, their blotch on what we might believe could otherwise be such a good place.
My friend, I refuse to see my fellow man that way, because I was saved out of a life no less awful, and it has changed me, I believe forever. No matter the name of the newspaper, I cannot find such truth about what is going on down the streets from me, as I can find in the thousands of years old tome that I carry with me so often in my satchel, at the ready, ready to feed my curious mind. Ready to offer a word of insight to another. Ready to open it up and to point to a verse with some heft to it, some authority to it, a verse perfect for a given moment.
In its very first chapter it says that man is made in the likeness of God (Genesis 1:26). That’s so important it went in the first chapter of the whole book — on the very first page. And then in the first chapter of the second part, it says that God sent us a messiah, a savior, an anointed one, it use the Greek-derived word, “Christ,” (Matthew 1:1), and that Christ shall save God’s people from their sins (Matthew 1:21). That was so important that they put it in the very first chapter of the second section of the book (the New Testament), and on the very first page.
And from the foundation of those two chapters, is such a powerful story of love told. God’s love for you. God’s love for me. God’s love for the guy smoking evil on the street.
All the wisest people of our era tell me how hopeless San Francisco is. They have long timelines for turnaround. They have hopelessly complicated projections for what must happen.
They are no match for a wise man of a different era who observed, “With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.” (Matthew 19:26).
Yesterday morning, I invited you to join me in reading the story of a degenerate drug addict and free-love hippie, who came from humble beginnings, and kept sliding back into the worst of inclinations, while being used by God in the most powerful of ways.
If there were not so many witnesses to what happened — both living and recorded on video, I might be convinced to ignore the amazing things that took place.
His name is practically a curse word so vile among some Christians that I hardly dare to repeat it.
I do not invite you to join me out of amusement. I do not invite you to join me out of getting you smarter. I do not invite you to join me to help pass the time.
The hour is late.
The moment is desperate.
You are mistaken if you think anyone but God is going to rescue us from this pit of despair.
So I have so little time for those who will pussy-foot around and theorize about something in the Bible that has 11 million different interpretations.
That used to be me. I was an expert at endlessly distracting myself and others with pointless questions about the Bible. That might even be you.
Instead, now, I want to know the people who acted. I want to act. I want to act boldly. I want to serve the Lord. I want to be an instrument of His that brings my family, my community, my nation back from the abyss.
And all of my expertise as a writer, all of my learning as a political consultant all of my skills in running successful businesses, my decade of expertise in money, Bitcoin, banking. This list goes on and on. They don’t mean a thing without God. And I lived so long without God.
And so little of it meant anything.
So I invite you to join me in reading the story of Lonnie Frisbee, not for amusement, but for edification.
Edification for what — A more confident life? A better marriage? A better car?
None of that.
Though they may all be good things that I hope for your life.
Edification in the ways that matter most.
Sir, Madam, I come to knock on your heart, on behalf of God, who wants to move in you and put you to work.
Am I going to enlist you and organize you? No, I’m pretty sure that is not my calling at this moment. My calling is to put this book in front of you and to ask you to open your heart wide to God.
Because if God can do what he did with this wrong side of the tracks, washed up drugged out, shoeless, unshowered, godless, penniless, valueless, free love hippie, what do you think he could do with you if you would just LET HIM.
What is valueless to man is of unlimited value to God.
And that is you. You are of unlimited value to God. Now are you going to let the most splendid being, the only one who truly looks at you and who sees your immeasurable value, are you going to LET HIM IN. Or are you going to come up with another excuse to not let that happen?
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If you come at this next six weeks with an open heart, something so powerful awaits you.
That is my prayer for you and for our time together.
It’s a solution you’ll never hear on the news.
As much as they hate Trump Derangement Syndrome, they really hate Jesus Derangement Syndrome.
So they — good guys and bad guys alike — will spend an endless amount of time in discussions of the most stupid things, while ignoring the most fundamental thing.
God can and will work miracles in this age.
That I believe.
That I know.
That I am never going to hear in the news except in the most saccharine, impotent, and cutesy story.
God has work for you.
Does it sound hard?
It might be.
It also might not be.
It might be easier than the tyranny of living under the burdens of your own creation.
I have no idea what he has planned.
But there’s a book about a fascinating man that I intend to read and that I hope you will read with me. It’s not the Bible. It’s something else, something more contemporary. The whole world will ask that you come up with some way to distract yourself, to focus your mind on the flaws of Lonnie Frisbee. I ask you to focus on the testimony of the special things God has done in his life.
And I believe are just a taste of the things that God wishes to do in the world around us.
All the world will get you to focus on the gay. On the drug addict. On the fat. On the overeaters. On the slutty woman and the whorish man. On the adulterer. On the filthy. On the unwashed. On the lame by their own making. On the drain on the system. On the welfare baby factory. On the illegal.
These are all real problems.
But it is not where the Bible starts telling the story of you and me and them and a God that made everything and that created us all.
He sees us very differently. And wants us to see each other very differently. Including the hated Lonnie Frisbee. Because God has something important he needs to get into our hearts.
And you know what.
You aren’t going to hear about it on the news.
You aren’t going to hear about the antidote to evil on the news.
But it exists.
And it will take us out of the most impossible of situations.
I am called to be here in downtown San Francisco, in the heart of Lockdown Land.
I am called to be on the front lines.
Where are you called to be?
If you are not at least asking yourself that question, you are missing something special.
What are you called to be doing?
If you are not at least asking yourself that question, you are missing something special.
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Allan Stevo