I am bill and have been lurking around here for around 5 years, I am not an author or anyone much at all. I found myself with a group of people committed to the person and work of Jesus. So take these thoughts, they are my testimony of the awesome God we sing of, the father of our Lord, brother, and example for this life, Jesus.
Shortly after being asked to serve the First Southern Baptist Church in Hollister as their pastor, God began unfolding His plan for my life. Like it or not, He was sending me to the poor. It was for the sake of the rich as well. We saw rich and poor side by side in our little fellowship in central California. Ministry With No Budget: In around 1987 I was asked to pastor a small Church in Hollister California. We sat in on Hollister's ministers meetings once a month and got to know the other pastors. At one of these meetings the concern for the homeless people was being addressed. The ministers association had found a house that could be rented and would hold the people necessary for the time being. After considering the rental everyone decided that the liability was too great, the idea got tabled. One morning we felt the Lord was telling us to open the doors to our “church” buildings and share them with the less fortunate. We did that, and before you know it we had two hundred people staying at the property, they would sleep on the pews and in their cars on the parking lot. Because of what we sensed the Father was doing we launched out and began to serve the poor. Soon we were meeting every night before bed for a time of worship and a brief devotional, it was at this time that I learned Spanish, the Lord, I believe was responsible for that. Homeless people would come,, and some were healed, some were delivered from demonization, and others received the love of Jesus which He had given us for them all. With no budget, over two hundred people would eat each night and many would have breakfast before they went to the fields or the streets. On several occasions we ran out of food, the question I would always ask our helpers was, “well, do you want to sit around and complain or should we ask the Lord for help?” On more than one occasion we would enter into a time of prayer explaining our needs to the Lord (He already knew them). When we said amen, and I am not stretching the truth here, the phone would ring and the person on the other
end would say something like, I have a pickup load of food with your name on it. In 1989 after the big quake here, we gave away all our food to the people who were in need, leaving nothing for the residents of the church to eat. Again, we prayed and at the amen some one knocked on the door and told us they were sent with a big truck loaded with food and other supplies for the residents.
A few years later a man gave us two homes to use for the parolees we were ministering to. Most of these men and a few women had just gotten out of prison and had no where to go. Again with no budget or money we filled the homes with forty two parolees, and we would teach there about three times a day and have group meetings the rest of the time. Every now and then when we were just about out of everything, Sherman Overman would call me up and ask me to go to breakfast with him. During breakfast more than once he handed me a roll of cash and
said, “take care of the Lord’s lambs with this. All the parolees in the county eventually ended up at the church on Tuesday or Thursday nights for drug testing. It was not unusual to cast out demons once or twice a week, as the Lord would lead us. There was a time when a Lady came in to explain to us how she could raise funds for us to help out. Not many understood that we trusted the Lord alone and had no reason to raise funds. While she was there my friend began to tell her about her past life and how she needed Jesus. He did not know this lady and I was blown away by the way he knew all about her. She began to cry and explain that he was right. I am going to stop here and just say what one man told me, “more ministry happens here by accident than most people plan for We saw miracles, food multiplied as we were serving it. Demons cast out, the sick and addicted healed. Everything the Lord did through us seemed to be called into question by someone, but we always managed to work things out. We had a little white box in the back of our meeting place that we would put any money we wanted to give. But the Lord almost always supplied by some answer to prayer, or someone passing by would stop in and give. We did not know most of these people.
With almost four hundred homeless people forty two parolees and thirteen people at my house detoxing etc. God supplied all we needed plus gave us His love for these people. We had a little place in the alley behind my house that we called “church in the alley”. Many street people would come. All this was done with no budget, God chose to do his work through us and we all stood amazed at what he was doing. We cannot say it was our prayer even though we prayed; it was not our effort even though we worked at it, and it was not our ability to figure things out even though we used our brains. It was the glorious work of God and many in the city of Hollister knew it.
How much could you do if you heard the voice of Jesus and He captured your heart, where nothing mattered as much as knowing Him? Over the years I have learned to do even what I think I might have heard Him say as to chance missing something. Today I am glad to report it gets easier, as we walk with the Lord we gain more freedom, understanding, and ability to discern. When you do what God is doing there is no need to concern yourself with anything more than taking care of those you are sent to. In the example above, the job was so enormous that we had no time to, fund raise, or make budgets, budgets are based on income, income we had little of. The work of God can be done without 5013c, accountants, or offering baskets.
It was because we intentionally did everything that we felt was important to the Lord, we were able to trust Him for everything He promised. When asked we gave, when spit upon, we turned the other cheek. One of my children's favorite stories is how, when their bikes would get taken, we would not ask for them back, the fun part was that they had eight bikes.
Because of unconditional love we knew what it was like to be called enablers. There was a sense of oneness with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, that led us to be one with each other. Most of us had a sense that nothing we had was ours. This is by far the greatest experience I have ever known. There was so much to do that we asked the LDS to help us one night a week teach about Jesus from the bible. We agreed that the bible would be our source for material, we were all better for this experience.