Here is a picture of some of my friends and clients. The lady was homeless with her husband and three children. They came to HMA on one of our vans and or buses and recieved spiritual, physical, mental and finacial help for a couple of years. They actually have a house now, her husband is a manager at a restaurant and her children are back in school. It was very difficult and complicated work but thank God they were allowed to all stay together until it all got worked out. Our staff members are still in contact with them on an almost weekly basis. They attend a fellowship church.
The second person on the left was a biker gang member and a drug user and seller. I saw a greater change in his life at one time than most but he is now struggling probably as bad as he ever was.
The young man in the far right was living on the streets and one of the worst drug addicts that I've ever seen. He was raised in church and knew a lot about serving God but just couldn't get free enough to do it. We watched over several months as God performed mighty works in his life. He got housing, a job, deliverance and so much more. To this day I don't really know where he is or what he is doing. The last I heard he went back home to reconcile things with his family.
The man that is standing second from the rigth is Brother Bruce. The reason I show you this picture is to tell you his story. Bruce was your average citizen living in Tulsa, OK, owned a home and trimmed trees for a living. One day after work he was walking home and he was jumped, beaten and mugged. He ended up in a coma for several months because of the beating that he took. When he woke up he had lost his memory for awhile. The pain that he was in was excruciating. They put him on pain pills and he eventually got hooked on them. He couldn't do the type of work that he was used to doing anymore and he was always in pain. To make a long story short, his addiction to the pain pills and his outrageous medical bills finally sunk him. He lost his house, his vehicle, his possessions...everything. Bruce was living in a shelter and popping pills when we met him. We offered him a ride to church, a hot meal and some clean clothes. Bruce came and found hope again. He began to try to put his life back together one piece at a time while spending a lot of time with his new HMA friends. Bruce was delivered of drugs in a prayer service, he gave his heart to God and worked his way up into several different programs offered by the state. We helped him get a job at Goodwill Industries. One day Bruce called me up and said "Pastor, can you meet me at the such and such hotel ball room at 11:00?" I went. That was the day that Brother Bruce got Goodwill Industries of America's employee of the year award. That is the second picture. I don't know of a time that I was ever more full of pride for my master, the Lord Jesus Christ, than right then. God had done it again. Won't you help us help others. It truly is the Lord's work. Pray for us, pray for these four souls and pray for the many, many others that we are working with. God bless you.
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