
Taking the Bridge Route
On the Freedom Outreach (FOT) mission trips to Southwest Atlanta, there are two communities we serve – we can either take the Bluff route or go to the bridges of the city and take the Bridge route. I’ve followed my team several times in the past on the Bluff route, and it was eye opening. I listened, I gawked, I questioned, I shared Jesus with those in need, and I prayed. But it was hard to swallow. I wished the world was better than this.
When they asked for volunteers to serve on the Bridge route to distribute jackets and blankets collected from a recent winter clothing drive hosted by FOT, I fought my flesh, which wanted to do the comfortable thing and take the Bluff route again. But I listened to the Lord and the devil lost that day when I had my first “Bridge experience.” Here is what happened – I cried. I could not pray. I could not understand. And I cried some more. And I asked the Lord, “How could this be?”
No one can really prepare you or your heart for the Bridge experience. I expected to see homeless people kind of hanging out; and I figured they would need the usual: food and clothes. I was wrong. I was shocked! I saw people in a condition that I did not expect. I saw young, middle-aged and old people. I saw ‘homes’ made of stuff like containers, bricks, boxes, blankets and pillows with no one home. In one place a friend watched over the ‘home.’ This friend explained that the ‘home owner’ had not been feeling well and wanted us to pray for healing as medical help was not very likely. So we prayed.
The first person I saw really jarred me; he was lying up against a bridge support, wrapped tightly from the winter winds. It was a young man in his early to mid-twenties. He seemed tired but not sad. He was not feeling well; he was cold, he said, but otherwise doing well. He didn’t complain or gripe, but smiled and accepted prayers, socks and two blankets. I could not talk, and I had to hold back my tears because we had just started out…so we traveled on, gave donations, prayed, offered Jesus, and gave counsel.
We came to another male, older and vibrant. He accepted donations but he gave much more. He exhorted the children and youth in our Outreach group, telling them how it is possible to become homeless and live under a bridge in America; that wealth and prosperity was tied into how you treat others, respecting your parents and elders, and being responsible. He spoke for what seemed like 30 minutes…old and young alike were captured by his eloquence and sincerity. As parents and guardians pushed their children and teenagers closer, he explained how being obedient was important, and that the most important thing was to love others. I was mute. I could not believe my ears and felt like my mind was playing tricks on me. I was out in the cold, under a bridge, listening to a homeless, happy, middle-aged man counsel young people. I was encouraged by his spirit and openness, as I am sure most present were. As we left there, a member of Victory gave this man his fine leather jacket, a perfect gift for the occasion.
I was glad that the Holy Spirit spoke to me on that date, at that time, on that mission trip and told me to “take the bridge route.”