Street Life

Howzit everbody?,
Our team Joey, Jess, Martina, and I have met a few friends out on the street here. Carlton who was a very laid back easygoing drunk. His wife on the other hand is a wild and violent drunk woman from northshore. Rob's prayed and talked with Carlton a couple times, but when I asked to pray with his wife she responded with "you arn't GOD," and began little fits of rage. On one of our Saturday night services, when we go out to the streets armed with sandwiches and love, a group of us met with Carlton's wife and some others. I asked her where Carlton was? She started to stand up slowly saying "where's carLTON? WHERE'S CARLTON!? I'll show you where he is!!!" I stood my ground gracefully and looked in her eyes briefly with compassion, and the spirit must of moved or something, cause just as soon as she was up she sat back down grumbling something incohearant. One of the other guy's there said he's in the hopsital with a concusion. Marla calming down a bit handed me some poloroids of Carlton wrapped up like a mummy in the ICU. The guy who said he's in the hospital, ((I forget his name now)) asked Amberly if we could pray for him. So Amberly and I prayed with him and for Carlton. Later on that night Rob walked up to that same group but Marla was gone by then, so they told him she was the one who put Carlton in the ICU. I guess they were to scared to say something with her right there, and for every right they should be"SHE'S MEAN!!!"
The next week we heard the word on the street was Carlton was better, so we felt like that was an answer to prayer and praised Jesus. The next week though we found out it was bad info we got and Carlton had passed on. I'm sure the Lord called him home for a reason, Even if I don't understand why he does. Man one minute your here the next...