Hi, my name is Moses. In 1990, living in Virginia, just before Christmas, I got laid off from my job. I installed artificial fireplaces for a living. Not having a job, I decided to move to Indiana so I could visit some friends I hadn't seen for a long time. When I arrived, they told me about a Christian program at the Gospel MIssion, in Modesto, Ca. The Holy Spirit was moving in a mighty way and people were being saved. So I went, joined the program, and immediatly started talking to people about Jesus. I shared God's word, prayed for their needs, and encouraged them to keep trying, and trusting in Jesus. In 1993 I was led by the spirit to leave the program and go to the streets with the message that God had given me. At first the streets were a nightmare, but since I was a born again Christian, I was able to survive. The Church never taught me how to witness, so I prayed to God for direction, and he filled my mouth with his words when I spoke.
I became a street evangelist to the Homeless. 7 yrs. later, God told me to go to Colorado-Springs and re-establish a relationship with my sick brother, who hadn't yet recovered from his illnesses. We never had a close relationship, but I anticipated his approval and acceptance in the beautiful Colorado Mountains. The people there, were very nice and curtious. The Red Cross Shelter fed the poor and needy. There was also a soup kitchen in town. Different Church's served food throughout the week. In 1999 I suffered 3 major heart attacks. Having surgery and quickly recovering afterwards, I applied for S.S.I., and was eventually aproved. There was always work to be had in Colorado-Springs. No one needed to collect bottles or cans for money.
Most of the Homeless stayed in the RedCross shelter, except for the brave hearts who loved to camp out in the woods and live like the pioneers did back in the old days. I myself camped on a hill above the town, in a small tent that faced the giant mountains of Colorado-Springs. I saw owls, hawks, and skunks on occasion - in a dense, green, forest with rocks and boulders scattering on the hillside. At night, off in the distance, a lonely whistle from an old steam train would sing softly in the air, as I laid in my little tent, slowly drifting off to sleep, with thoughts of God, heaven, and my beloved brother, who lived just down the hill from me. My relationship with my brother has never been too good, but I still love him. My brother was always getting mad at me for one reason or another. When I came back to Modesto to preach the Gospel, he claimed I was crazy. There's more help in Colorado-Springs than there is in Modesto. Pikes Peak is beautiful and the Catholic soup kitchen gives you all you want to eat. They also have a great clothes closet. They treat the Homeless much better in Colorado-Springs, (Like human beings-not animals). When I came back to Modesto in 2001, I started reaching out to the Homeless again. This time I would have a home to live in, because of my disability income. Now that I am retired, I make customized walking canes for disabled people, and continue to do Gods work. I've seen many lives changed because of Jesus. People are always coming up to me and saying, "thank you Moses for helping me come to jesus". "And thank you for being so generous by giving to others". There's only one thing left that I can say..."Colorado is a beautiful state, but it's kind of chilly in the winter time".
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