11.24.12 (A little old, but I wanted to post what I wrote from before anyways. This is very special).
Ted Mellinger
Friday night, November 23rd,
something like a miracle happened. Some of us from Slaughterhouse were praying
after we got done singing, rapping, playing instruments, and dancing together
as our worship at the Nehemiah church in Compton, CA. I just get done praying
for a bro when an old man walks in from the street. He says he was just looking
for some prayer and sat right down in the pews. I restart my conversation telling
Jabar, my bro I was praying for, about abiding in God when Jason signals me to
go get the old man who apparently was leaving. I run and get him and ask him if
he wants to pray. He said a willing yes and started telling Jason his
tragedies. As soon as he started talking about his 3 sons that he lost, I immediately
recognized who he was. I knew this man! Matter of fact, I wrote a poem about
him this past summer.
I remember that he barged right
through the same church doors in the middle of service three years ago drunk
and crazed. He wouldn’t stop talking and shouting. He was telling about how
gone he was and how he lost his two sons. I remember Jason attempting to pray
for him while telling him to hold his peace. Pastor Robin then took him outside
to pray for the man. This whole ordeal might have taken around 30 minutes. That
night I remember how impressed I was with how the church showed love to this
man. Instead of just kicking him out back on the streets, the pastors showed
love to him by taking him in how he was and working with him. I remember after
the service I told my pastor, Jason, that I would never forget that night.
That was three years ago.
Last summer, I really got into a
mode of seeking compassion for others. I was compelled to write a poem about
compassion. The part about the old man, Ted Mellinger, is the intro to the
poem. Here it is:
Sometimes you just
don’t know what that person’s going through
What’s true to me is
true to you that we all suffer and
Sometimes pain is
what we’re so used to
Before you point the
finger
Take a glance at the
Heart in
A steady Love fixture
to get the proper picture
The drunk man comin’
in the middle of service
Lookin’ like he’s
demeaning his own value like Life’s worthless
Than what he figured
it out to be from the start
Cuz what’s really at his
heart is his 2 sons gone too soon,
One in a car wreck
and the other shot cold-blooded 17 times in the alleyway that oftentimes it’s
just so hard to say LORD I love you I’m so cold blooded!
But the bitter man’s
coming back, yea-he’s confused & angry & lost but Hurt
So can you take him
how he is and show him back the love in the Gift and glory of the Cross?
9.6.12
Back to last night. Ted was
definitely in a better state than 3 years ago but still looked like he was
struggling and was definitely still deeply hurt. Now another son had passed. Yet,
just like last time, he came in the church looking for someone to talk to.
After hearing Ted out, we prayed for the man. I know God heard and that we were
able to help him last night as believers.
Afterwards, Twan and I saw him off.
He got back on his bike and was on his way.
I thank God for the opportunity to see him again. I thank
God that He is a healer, working in Ted’s heart. I thank God that true faith
(that is alive) brings Action and can affect people’s lives for good. We might
not come even close to knowing what it feels like to be in his shoes but apathy
is not acceptable by any means.
Let’s pray for Ted, that he be constantly seeking after God
to be completely filled with His presence; to know his lovingkindness, his
comfort, his healing, his joy through any situation.
God Bless!