Jon Postman enjoys a lunch at the Upper Room Mission during his stay in Vernon on his own mission.

Jon Postman enjoys a lunch at the Upper Room Mission during his stay in Vernon on his own mission.

Man on a mission makes extended stop in Vernon

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Christmas was 70 days, since I mailed my wallet, including my debit/credit cards and whatever money I had from Barrie, ON, to Victoria, B.C. I had planned a seven-day hitch hike across Canada to teach myself to be humble, prove a point “where there is a will there is a way,” and lastly to get back to our roots. Our ancestors came to Canada years ago with nothing, and look what they did.

While raising money for a bathroom facility at a school in the Philippines, it was my third day when I realized how often I put my Creator into my time box. Me first then others.

Six months ago my life was perfect. It was still my life, but I made the choices to get where I needed to get. Working the last seven years on the rigs and traveling the world. While starting to build up a monopoly of property. I still had time to volunteer overseas. I was finally at the point in my life I could work six months a year, month on month off rotation, and donate over four months to volunteering overseas. I was living my dream.

I now look back seeing through a new set of eyes, in shoes that I would have never put myself into. I realize how selfish I was. I was living for me. I wasn’t living for what my God had planned or created me for. Eight months I want control, four months I will do what I like to do helping overseas.

God has thrown a whirlwind into my trip, bringing me places I never had planned to go. Sending people my way that have done extraordinary things. People that have stepped out on faith and given it their all. He has also thrown me into pits where I have spent some time, sometimes days with addicts, drunks, broken families, marriages, and people that just recently have lost loved ones. Vermillion Bay, Ont., Regina, Moose Jaw, Red Deer, Radium Hot Springs and now currently Vernon.  A few places I never had planned to go. But each one unique in its own way, with stories that go along with each one.

I was in Salmon Arm when my friend messaged me asking if I was going to come to Vernon. He told me about the Upper Room Mission and the recent catastrophe that had just happened regarding the flooding of all three floors in the building.  I figured fine I’ll come and check it out. Planning to stay a couple days then continue to Kelowna where the homeless population is a little bigger.

It has been nearly two weeks now since I arrived in Vernon. I have met an amazing group of people that operate the Upper Room Mission, I’ve met a few of the folks that keep the Salvation Army food bank running. I’ve also met some of the ladies that work so hard at the Street Clinic, and the loving staff at the John Howard Society, and also at the Gateway Shelter.

Not to forget the incredible street community who has welcomed me with open arms, inviting me into their lives, and not judging me based on views or appearance.

I am heart warmed to see the different restaurants all helping at the Upper Room Mission with meals, the incredible families making meals and the volunteers that continually come and drop different supplies off.  If it weren’t for you guys many of these people would be very malnourished. Thank you!

Living at the Gateway Shelter for the past few days, I have been amazed at watching the family lifestyle everyone lives with the people they are with. One older gentlemen has trouble getting out of bed in the morning, brushing his teeth, and showering. I have seen the clients all help out by consistently motivating him. Getting him the things he needs, whether it be new underwear or socks so he can be clean after his shower.  I watched another man yesterday building bracelets and planning to sell them to make a few dollars. I consistently see people from the street offering up things they don’t need, to help others.

I don’t know how long my trip will keep me in Vernon or how long it will take me to get to  Victoria. I have quit my job and cancelled purchasing a third house to continue on this journey. It’s been over 60 days with no money and all I know is that my God has continually blessed me even after I had tried to put myself into struggles.

Fast forward to Jan. 21, 2015 (Postman’s Facebook post):

After an amazing 51 days I finally left Vernon today.  Leaving was the most difficult thing I’ve had to do this 105-day trip. I was blessed to be a part of what God is doing in Vernon.

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