On the 24 hour trip--attended the service/meal in the mission. Sleep was difficult that night and was too wound up to sleep anywhere. I was trying to sleep on 3 office chairs that had wheels on them. The chairs would roll on the concrete. I was in a county building lot and the gate was open. Was sitting up and I heard in my spirit:  "DUCK" That was a cop car that drove by, and he didn't see me because I ducked. The Richmond police are a different breed, and they are use to continuous shootings and gang warfare. They don't play around. There is a low tolerance for street people, and city ordinances govern everything.

    Everything is more extreme in Richmond/bad area.  People actually would go out of their way to read the shield. I believe some of them thought I was carrying a sign with a racial message; and when they saw the calvary scene; the response was usually positive. People would honk their horn or would make a gesture of praise to the Lord. Doesn't seem like much but is very encouraging.

     I made it to breakfast at the mission and the bible study that morning. When the group was heading out to their assignments, I went the other direction and was yelled at for not following the group. This took some explaining to the brother running the show. My job was to blend in as a street person. This was accomplished.

Note:  Was sharing some testimonies with a brother in the drug program, and wanted to encourage him in the faith. I been sober/clean for 13 years. He started looking at me like I was crazy or something; and said:  "Just get in line for the meal".  Felt bad at first but remembered my calling to walk in street peoples shoes.

     While walking through a park, a man approached me and said:  "What church do yoooou go tooo?  The Holy Spirit was quenched to say the least. I mentioned the mission and didn't ask about his church. We didn't talk long.  I must compare this encounter with the christian brother that walked off the bus in Oakland on the last 24 hour trip and grabbed my hands and prayed a powerful prayer, hugged me and said:  "God bless you; and merry christmas". This brother in Oakland was walking in the Spirit and his focus--was not his church. The brother in Oakland a few blocks later was also focused and didn't push his church--even though he was standing in front of it.

     The last few hours of a 24 hour trip are the most difficult and tend to drag. Also very exhausted and just want to sleep. I found an abandoned homeless encampment next to the freeway in a patch of woods. This provided a great place to take a nap on the ground.  After this nap, I found an old easy chair behind a closed Taco Bell; and fell asleep in the chair. Hadn't sat in a comfortable chair in a long time. This was luxury.

Photo of the spot next to freeway.

A portion of Prophecy #85 from Aguilera's book: With Tears in My Eyes and Love in My Heart, I look at the bureaucracy of your Church.  For as the Church gets smaller Satan gets bigger, but it's all coming to an end.  You can stick your chest out.  You act Self-righteous and Proud that you're a man of the Cloth.  A true man, a true pastor of Jesus Christ of Nazareth carries his Cross in the Streets, in the Alleys where most decent people wouldn't be found.  That's where My Son sent you to look for the Sheep, the lost, the Ones in need.  I want you to remember what I have been telling you.