We moved towards the Shamrock station this time around as the homeless group got moved again. This time we couldn't find our usual suspects of people we help but we found a new crop of people near the gas station, Shamrock. We spoke to the owners and they said it was fine we parked out to the side and serve sandwiches, fruit, and water there. We did however try going to the camp site, and saw two guys housed in a house that had been vandalized but was in the process of being built. We gave sandwiches to these two guys, but they were clearly drunk and out of it. At the Shamrock station we met Jamie and his son, missionaries to this area. And they shared the gospel message through the Spanish Bible. It was a very fun time for them and for us to watch them. Shannon, Jonathan, William and I were feeding them, but while we were at it, William and Jonathan heard about this guy who needed blankets and pants. They drove back to the SWBTS housing to get some of these items and came back to give some clothes. My wife, kids, Shannon and I spoke to various groups of people. I spoke to Reynaldo, who in Shannon's words, told the story about Noah and how they got drunk on the boat, and had a huge party. That was kind of hilarious. Reynaldo and I prayed for a little while for strength to endure the weather and the times ahead. Most of these guys needed jobs. I spoke to Antonio and Juan who were both from Guadalajara, Mexico, and they needed jobs more than anything. They wre grateful simply for lunch. I also met some people from El Salvador, which was interesting. I knew some El Salvadorians from Miami, FL, so them having made it all the way to Texas was quite a trip. They hitch hiked a LONG WAYS. Overall the experience was better than expected. I thought we couldn't find anyone, but it was God again, who came through and brought people to us. He's an on time God, and one that forever surprises me at every turn.
