Our 2nd Friday night started off rather normal here in town. The kids out by 9pm and my wife (not feeling well) took some Nyquil and hopped into bed before 10pm. So there I was doing some work on the Mac when I begin to hear our upstairs neighbors getting a bit rowdy. It was Friday night so I was gonna let it slide. The music was pounding but it wasn’t affecting the wife or the kids.
A few minutes later the music stopped but then I heard some screaming…now I can not repeat the words but these guys weren’t complementing each other if you know what I am saying. So this goes on for about 10 to 15 seconds then THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP…it was the sounds of a beat down going on. It lasted under a minute but I had enough. I found an excuse to be outside (fake throwing away the trash) to see what was going on.
One semi-drunk dude (with only jeans on) trying to calm down a very drunk dude…believe me it was funny and sad scene all at one time. Now before you think to yourself…”well that was dumb, why did he go out there? Why not just call the cops? He could’ve got hurt.” While yes you are right on all accounts…I just “felt” that I needed to go outside…
So I “faked” threw away the trash while the two guys conversed with heavy expletives in the parking lot. I stopped and asked if everything was ok, one said “yes” and the other said “I will until I beat that punk *$^%!*@&…” you get the point right? So I just stood there and waited. After a few minutes I asked again “y’all alright? Y’all need me to do something?” I was expecting them to say “nah we good yo”, but no…
They asked if I could give them a ride to the really drunk guys place about 3 miles away.
CRAP… I’m about to get into my ride with one semi-drunk guy with only jeans on and one very drunk guy and I don’t know them.
So we loaded up and the very drunk guy thanked me and asked if there was anyone that needed his or her butt kicked tonight, because he would do it for me…
I dropped him off he thanked me and now it was just me and semi-drunk jeans only guy. We talked about what he did and he apologized for the whole night and what not…but during mid-sentence he stopped and said…
“You’re a Christian aren’t you?”
“Yes I am”
“I knew it! My older brother is one and you remind me of him, he’s a great guy”
“Thanks” I said
He then proceeded to ask what brought me to Austin…
“funny thing” I said…”We are planting a church in North Austin”
“Cool” he said.
And with that we were back to our place, he thanked me, shook hands and I went into my apt and he went into his.
On Sunday I saw him again, he pulled out of his parking spot drove up and thanked me again for helping him on Friday night, asked how I was and told me what he was doing for the day…
Now I know this was a little event, but I can’t help but think about where this can lead.
We are here in Austin to plant a church, to see lives change…and it starts with one life at a time…and I thank God for the opportunity that is in front of me.
I see a friendship forming with semi-drunk dude with only jeans on.
I will keep you posted.