3 AM is Not a Fun Time to Wake Up

So living in the manse for the last 3 1/2 years has definitely had it's ups and downs. It's really nice to not have to drive to work everyday or to be able to be home super quick when church is over with rather than having to drive home. West Union has been great about not always asking us to do things at the church just because we are at the manse. We live in relative peace for the most part. There are moments when we would love to have our own place where we could have some more options with things we would like to do inside the house but overall living in the manse has been great.
Last night we went and hung out with Cory, Peggy, Marcus, and Jennifer. We got home kind of late and I was really, really tired. I was sleeping super hard but at 3 this morning Nicole woke me up because Lily and Daisy were going nuts and there was a guy banging and screaming at our front door! Let me reiterate that it was 3 AM. After I got some pants and a shirt on, which Nicole said was hilarious seeing me try to figure out where all that stuff was I went outside to talk with this guy. He was wet, bloody, and muddy and was telling about how his mom's boyfriend was driving around drunk and was trying to "teach him a lesson" and he had jumped out of a moving car. We spent the better part of the next hour calling the police, cleaning up his injuries and trying to calm him down.
So honest Drew talk here. I really don't think any pastor likes these situations. Most people do not like being woken up at 3 in the morning. My human side was scared about what I was going to encounter when I opened the door, I was scared because I have a wife and my dogs inside the house who I want to protect and keep from these situations, and I wanted to sleep. Sleep is good. But I opened the door and went out to talk to this guy not because I wanted to or because he chose the manse to go to but because something deeper. I have been up most of the night trying to figure out why we went out there.
I am not sure why we went out there but I am glad we did. We took him over to the church and cleaned up his wounds, got him some water, a blanket, and let him call his mom. I got to talk to him about what was going on and not as someone who is judging him for being in a car with a drunk or being drunk himself but someone who was concerned for him. Nicole did a great job talking with the police and relaying all the information in a calm manner. I would love to have that night's sleep back but you know in the end maybe this is the reason we live in the manse. He knew this was a safe place he could go to, he went past 10 houses to get to ours and we got to care for someone who needed to be loved on. So I live in a manse and get woken up super early and it is scary at times, And I wouldn't have it any other way.