How do you contribute to the flourishing of others and yourself? Adopt a daily or weekly practice (such as Sabbath, prayer, acts of service, or Bible study with co-workers/ others in your field) that speaks to your allegiance to an “alternate city,” where you work for God’s glory and rest in God’s grace. Plan to maintain this discipline for at least a month.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Homework: Community
This week is about people being the people of God TOGETHER. Our witness is not alone, but collective.
Listen to someone this week. Listen to the story of their life, their faith, or even their bad day. Practice not speaking, instead drawing near to God with this person.
AND/ OR
Ask for help this week. Rely on somebody else in your community for a ride, a cup of sugar, advice, childcare, car repair, serving a meal together—be creative!
Friday, March 25, 2011
Homework: Your Heart Condition
Write a letter to God. Describe honestly where you often find your identity. (If it’s helpful, you could identify with a prodigal son, a pharisee, or any other characters that come to mind.) Who are you? What makes you important?
Tell God what happens when you forget the gospel (good news that you are chosen, welcomed, beloved).
When you remember it again, how does your behavior change?
What scripture passage(s) can serve to remind you?
Consider sharing this activity with a close friend and praying together for Jesus to replace any idols that say more to you and your identity more than God does.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Plenty and Want
I started noticing a pattern. I've abruptly come to expect that alongside places of abundance come people in need. I'll be more specific.
It no longer surprises me to be approached and asked for money outside the grocery store or market where I live. I don't know if this is a standard thing, a local one, or if I just have a magnet for this particular experience. In particular, the past few weeks there's almost a guarantee that as I walk out of the super- or mini-market of my choosing, someone weaving across the parking lot or the sidewalk will catch my eye. And I'll know what's coming.
"Ma'am, do you have 86 cents? I just need bus fare."
"Hi there. I got three kids in my car broken down by the church over there and I need help getting them on the bus to get home."
"I'm not homeless or anything, I just don't have money on me right now, could you help me out?"
"My #%$$^ car died on me again-- it's the carburator, I know-- and I'm wondering if you have some spare money?"
Let's be clear here. I've often just walked to the market. And I usually come out with one, maybe two, bags of simple foods. Some milk, pasta, fruits, vegetables. I guess I just look kind. Or gullible. Or something. Yes, sometimes I give. Sometimes I regret it. Sometimes I say no. Sometimes I regret that, too. Almost always, the pieces of their story become clearer to me as I mull them over and walk away. Very often, I think of another way it would have been good for me to help, to extend mercy. I mean really, I do have jumper cables and know how to use them. What if I had offered that to the mom and her kids instead of bus fare?
It's not so much the "what ifs" that concern me, though. Those will always be there, and I hope I'll always be learning and listening more closely for ways to respond to my brothers and sisters who approach me, wherever it may be. What digs under my skin is the tableau of plenty and want mixing and merging in a simple parking lot. A building filled with stuff, people with means to buy stuff, and people who are hoping to find some kind of help (or stuff) by drifting in that intersection. But not just any stuff-- at the market, the stuff in question is food, the great leveler. We all need it. In sharing food we share something more than calories. And in seeking food we seek to quell more than stomach pangs. Food mediates fellowship.
I've written before about the power of table fellowship-- sitting around, sharing a meal. Now I begin to think about the fellowship of gathering and seeking food and the unequal footing of the marketplace. Bumping into abundance, comes need. Assaulting my comfort and confidence comes the question, "Can you spare...?"
It no longer surprises me to be approached and asked for money outside the grocery store or market where I live. I don't know if this is a standard thing, a local one, or if I just have a magnet for this particular experience. In particular, the past few weeks there's almost a guarantee that as I walk out of the super- or mini-market of my choosing, someone weaving across the parking lot or the sidewalk will catch my eye. And I'll know what's coming.
"Ma'am, do you have 86 cents? I just need bus fare."
"Hi there. I got three kids in my car broken down by the church over there and I need help getting them on the bus to get home."
"I'm not homeless or anything, I just don't have money on me right now, could you help me out?"
"My #%$$^ car died on me again-- it's the carburator, I know-- and I'm wondering if you have some spare money?"
Let's be clear here. I've often just walked to the market. And I usually come out with one, maybe two, bags of simple foods. Some milk, pasta, fruits, vegetables. I guess I just look kind. Or gullible. Or something. Yes, sometimes I give. Sometimes I regret it. Sometimes I say no. Sometimes I regret that, too. Almost always, the pieces of their story become clearer to me as I mull them over and walk away. Very often, I think of another way it would have been good for me to help, to extend mercy. I mean really, I do have jumper cables and know how to use them. What if I had offered that to the mom and her kids instead of bus fare?
It's not so much the "what ifs" that concern me, though. Those will always be there, and I hope I'll always be learning and listening more closely for ways to respond to my brothers and sisters who approach me, wherever it may be. What digs under my skin is the tableau of plenty and want mixing and merging in a simple parking lot. A building filled with stuff, people with means to buy stuff, and people who are hoping to find some kind of help (or stuff) by drifting in that intersection. But not just any stuff-- at the market, the stuff in question is food, the great leveler. We all need it. In sharing food we share something more than calories. And in seeking food we seek to quell more than stomach pangs. Food mediates fellowship.
I've written before about the power of table fellowship-- sitting around, sharing a meal. Now I begin to think about the fellowship of gathering and seeking food and the unequal footing of the marketplace. Bumping into abundance, comes need. Assaulting my comfort and confidence comes the question, "Can you spare...?"
Monday, March 21, 2011
Homework: Shalom of the City
Take a walk, either around your own home or on the blocks around your church's building. Where do you see ‘redemptive potential’ for this city? Where and how do you see evidence of people looking for help or protection? For justice? For creativity or leadership? For spiritual nourishment? Where do you see people finding these things?
Homework for Gospel in Life
Confession: yes, I am doling out a slew of entries that should have been done a while ago and I wanted to say a few things about these "Homework" posts.
At First Presbyterian (San Diego), where I've been worshiping this past year, a few of us are team-teaching a class using some Tim Keller materials (he's fantastic; pastor at Redeemer Presbyterian in NYC). We wanted to be clear that these aren't just nice things to think about-- when the good news intersects our lives, we change. Our standard practices and procedures change. Sometimes we need a little help with that shift, and we need it to be concrete.
With that conviction, I worked through the lessons and themes of Keller's material and came up with homework assignments for each week's class. I'll dole them out here, for good thinking and prompting of gospel-motivated action in your life, wherever you are. Please realize that the bent of each assignment is geared to flow out of Bible study, discussion and video clips... but I think they stand on their own as well. We'll see, right?! Please offer feedback-- may these challenges be motivation and blessing to live more and more fully in the promises of our Father.
At First Presbyterian (San Diego), where I've been worshiping this past year, a few of us are team-teaching a class using some Tim Keller materials (he's fantastic; pastor at Redeemer Presbyterian in NYC). We wanted to be clear that these aren't just nice things to think about-- when the good news intersects our lives, we change. Our standard practices and procedures change. Sometimes we need a little help with that shift, and we need it to be concrete.
With that conviction, I worked through the lessons and themes of Keller's material and came up with homework assignments for each week's class. I'll dole them out here, for good thinking and prompting of gospel-motivated action in your life, wherever you are. Please realize that the bent of each assignment is geared to flow out of Bible study, discussion and video clips... but I think they stand on their own as well. We'll see, right?! Please offer feedback-- may these challenges be motivation and blessing to live more and more fully in the promises of our Father.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Real Life, This Week for Me!
Every so often, it seems handy to give you a sense of what I do in a week, so here goes!
-Study Acts 5: changing early Christian community, release from prison, angels, teaching the gospel in the temple
-reflecting: what puts me (us) in prison? where do I need to heed God's release to go back out and "tell the people the whole message about this life"?
-Email marathon. Good staff and student developments in the Lima Global Urban Trek. Networking and keeping up with people around the city, country and globe.
-Prayer meeting to support the work of a local public charter school that seeks to open in Fall 2011.
- Planning and leading community group at San Diego City College. Low (late) turnout this week, seeking what students really need to grow as adults and disciples of Jesus.
-Reading and preparation to teach a couple of classes on poverty and the whole gospel. Here's a link to listen to the initial session-- my turn comes in a few weeks!
-Staff meetings with Geoff and other CRM'ers in San Diego.
-Re-connecting with a friend, discussing financial support.
-Introduced some fellow ministry pals over lunch, then we prayed over the city from the Pt. Loma lighthouse together.
-Coordination to team-teach a class using Tim Keller material on city transformation.
For those who keep me accountable for having fun: I also rode a horse, drove stickshift, explored the natural history museum, had a delicious butternut squash soup dinner with roommates, and saw my spiritual director this week! GOOD things!
-Study Acts 5: changing early Christian community, release from prison, angels, teaching the gospel in the temple
-reflecting: what puts me (us) in prison? where do I need to heed God's release to go back out and "tell the people the whole message about this life"?
-Email marathon. Good staff and student developments in the Lima Global Urban Trek. Networking and keeping up with people around the city, country and globe.
-Prayer meeting to support the work of a local public charter school that seeks to open in Fall 2011.
- Planning and leading community group at San Diego City College. Low (late) turnout this week, seeking what students really need to grow as adults and disciples of Jesus.
-Reading and preparation to teach a couple of classes on poverty and the whole gospel. Here's a link to listen to the initial session-- my turn comes in a few weeks!
-Staff meetings with Geoff and other CRM'ers in San Diego.
-Re-connecting with a friend, discussing financial support.
-Introduced some fellow ministry pals over lunch, then we prayed over the city from the Pt. Loma lighthouse together.
-Coordination to team-teach a class using Tim Keller material on city transformation.
For those who keep me accountable for having fun: I also rode a horse, drove stickshift, explored the natural history museum, had a delicious butternut squash soup dinner with roommates, and saw my spiritual director this week! GOOD things!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Real Life, Leading to Lent
Taken from The Liturgical Year, by Joan Chittister: (emphasis added)
"The world around us tells us that life is about money, security, power, and success. Yet the Gospels tell us that life is about something completely other. Real life, the Gospels tell us, is about doing the will of God, speaking for the poor, changing the lives of widows and orphans, exalting the status of women, refusing to make war, laying down our lives for the other, the invisible, and the enemy. It is about taking everyone in instead of leaving anyone out. When we learn that, after years of being steeped in the lessons of one liturgical year after another, then life changes for everyone. The fruit of contemplation is oneness with the world."
"Self-indulgence, the preening of the self for the sake of the self, blocks out the cries of the rest of the world, makes us deaf to anything beyond ourselves. The starving continue to starve while the self-indulgent feast and, full of the good things they have wrested from life, think they have done a good thing...
"Self-centeredness makes us the center of the universe. The notion that all things were made for our comfort and our control robs those around us of their own gifts. It absorbs the gifts of others; it smothers them under our own; it blinds us to both their needs and their gifts....
"[In asceticism] We become aware of what is necessary in life, rather than wasting all life's energies on what is at most cosmetic. We gain the kind of consciousness that is lost in the fog of alcohol or gluttony, agitated by lust, consumed by greed. We learn the greatest gift of all-- freedom from the demands of the self for the good of the flowering of the spirit.
"It is these things that the great fast, Lent, comes to give us so that, rather than being persuaded and distracted by the things of the world around us, we can learn to keep our inner eye on the world to come. The asceticism of Lent comes to train us, like spiritual athletes, to keep our eyes, with Jesus, on the road to Jerusalem. Then, perhaps, we will come, like Jesus, to see the sick and the lame, the outcast and the foreigner in our own world and bend to heal them, stop to listen to them, reach out to raise them from the dead edges of society to new life."
"The world around us tells us that life is about money, security, power, and success. Yet the Gospels tell us that life is about something completely other. Real life, the Gospels tell us, is about doing the will of God, speaking for the poor, changing the lives of widows and orphans, exalting the status of women, refusing to make war, laying down our lives for the other, the invisible, and the enemy. It is about taking everyone in instead of leaving anyone out. When we learn that, after years of being steeped in the lessons of one liturgical year after another, then life changes for everyone. The fruit of contemplation is oneness with the world."
"Self-indulgence, the preening of the self for the sake of the self, blocks out the cries of the rest of the world, makes us deaf to anything beyond ourselves. The starving continue to starve while the self-indulgent feast and, full of the good things they have wrested from life, think they have done a good thing...
"Self-centeredness makes us the center of the universe. The notion that all things were made for our comfort and our control robs those around us of their own gifts. It absorbs the gifts of others; it smothers them under our own; it blinds us to both their needs and their gifts....
"[In asceticism] We become aware of what is necessary in life, rather than wasting all life's energies on what is at most cosmetic. We gain the kind of consciousness that is lost in the fog of alcohol or gluttony, agitated by lust, consumed by greed. We learn the greatest gift of all-- freedom from the demands of the self for the good of the flowering of the spirit.
"It is these things that the great fast, Lent, comes to give us so that, rather than being persuaded and distracted by the things of the world around us, we can learn to keep our inner eye on the world to come. The asceticism of Lent comes to train us, like spiritual athletes, to keep our eyes, with Jesus, on the road to Jerusalem. Then, perhaps, we will come, like Jesus, to see the sick and the lame, the outcast and the foreigner in our own world and bend to heal them, stop to listen to them, reach out to raise them from the dead edges of society to new life."
Thursday, February 17, 2011
When God Gives a Journey
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| Looking up at tallllllll trees in Muir Woods. |
Even so, I wasn't finding much motivation to go off and be alone-- even as an introvert who likes silence! Much of my time is spent in intervals of solitude: my own room, my own schedule, my own set of tasks and appointments. You could say I was kind of holding out on God, as if you say, "YOU make it happen!"
When a friend mentioned she'd be driving up to San Francisco, something in my mind/ heart/ spirit snapped to attention. "Wait, San Francisco? Do you need someone to go with you? When are you going?"
My calendar was open. I hemmed and hawed. I contacted one friend in San Fran, and then another. People were available. They could give me a place to stay. My calendar stayed open. I found a cheap return flight. More possibilities of connecting with people surfaced, including reuniting with a college friend I hadn't seen in 5 years. I decided to go for it.
When God gives a journey, he makes it beautiful and bountiful.
We left at 5 am and drove north, just beating LA's rush hour, diving from the Grapevine's serpentine path into the gusty San Joaquin valley. My friend napped some, and I prayed with a vengeance as gigantic tumbleweeds bounced toward me. We had wonderful conversation and music, good questions and the kind of deepening companionship that so often comes on the road.
| Some of them really were this big. Yikes! |
We walked around the neighborhood a good bit in my 3 days there, I saw a secret garden and mural alley, ate a slice of Mission Pie (yummm) and an organic ice cream cone. I spent time with women and infants, and I made crafts and said prayers. I joined the group studying "The Story of God" and I watched Avatar while gang members snored (loudly). I went to sleep and I woke up, and God was all over it. I walked among redwoods (photo up top) and walked through the Tenderloin. Prayer, laughter, and deep speaking to deep.
While it feels impossible to fully convey the resplendent moments from those days, I savor them with wonder. I see God's creation and provision of people, community, and love-- all tailored for me! Whether talking about things holy or profane, the power of connection struck home (perhaps even more accurately, CREATED home) for me last week. I caught my flight to Los Angeles, and talked a lot about faith, God and Jesus with a man en route. He was working on making me a vegan, for his part. I joined more friends for a CCDA event in L.A. I saw churches sending and mobilizing their people into communities, and I remembered God's work of joining his people together into one.
In coming out of last week, it seems obvious for me to proclaim how good and generous is our God. Even as I watched the see-sawing headlines about Egypt day after day, even as I held the infant of a "hard-core" gang youth, even as we checked a van for damage and robbery, I was clear on God's presence and God's love. People did for me what silence could not-- they served as witnesses and signs, as foretastes of the kingdom coming in all its holy messiness, grit, connectedness, affection, humor, and love. When God gives a journey, take him up on it.
Monday, February 7, 2011
"The View from the Ditch"
Excerpt from a sermon by Richard Lischer, at Duke University, reflecting on Martin Luther King, Jr.'s preaching on the Luke 10 story of the Good Samaritan. Find the full sermon (transcript or audio) here.
In this telling of the story, the question is not, “Are you willing to stop and help?” but, “Are you ready to be rescued?” When Jesus first told the story, his hearers would have identified not with the helper but with the helpee, the man in the ditch. It’s the ordinary Jewish layperson on an ordinary little trip who winds up in the ditch. Thus Jesus is saying, “It’s somebody like you --why, it is you -- you are the man or the woman in the ditch. You are the church in the ditch, the nation in the ditch.” Are you willing to concede that the example of people unlike you may prove redemptive for you? From whom are you willing to accept help? From whom are you willing to learn?
At this point in our history, you could say we’ve tried a lot of salvations. We’ve tried unbridled expressions of rage, we’ve tried conspiratorial theories, we’ve tried rights without responsibilities, we’ve taken refuge in guns -- and we are not saved.
To whom shall we turn? Are there any other options out there? In his day, King made a controversial proposal. On the basis of Jesus’ life, ministry and death on a cross, he suggested that we try to love one another. It’s hard to imagine how the idea of love could be controversial, especially coming from a preacher. But he made it very controversial, because he took love out from under the canopy of the pulpit, where it’s the safe, expected word, and injected it into the realm of social conflict and public policy. He was forever speaking about love in all the “wrong” places: on highways, in pool halls, city halls, fire-bombed churches, even in Page Auditorium (in a university that for all practical purposes was still segregated). When he might have been talking about revenge or strategy, he spoke of reconciliation.
If you think love is only a smoochy feeling that comes with buttered popcorn, King’s use of the word will set your teeth on edge. If you believe love belongs only in private relationships, like romance or friendship, King’s use of it is unsettling. We’re tempted to say that love has no place in a violent world like ours, forgetting that the love of God in Jesus crashed into the political process and submitted to its rough justice. Jesus got himself crucified in a world like ours.
So if we find ourselves reaching up for a helping hand or a better idea this week, the “Samaritan option” is something to consider.
The story of the Good Samaritan is really two separate stories. Viewed from the road, it’s a story of encouragement to reach out to those who are lost and hurting, the way King did in Memphis, the way Jesus did throughout his ministry, the way we do in our better moments.
But this same story, when viewed from the ditch, where all of us have been at one time or another, takes on a different character. It asks an even more profound question: “Despite your own privileged education, your wealth, or your power -- do you understand how God might be using someone or something you never imagined to teach you and make you new?”
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Part of the Problem with Blogging about Life...
is captured well by my friend Jason Evans here.
I too have been spending time at the temporary winter shelter at our church for the past month. And I haven't written about it, even though there are certainly reasons I should have. You would love to know that my church here took a risk and plunged into service to "the least of these" brothers and sisters: men and women who've been making a life on the streets. You would get a kick out of some of our conversations and you would be touched by the stories we share and you would be irritated by people's quirks. That's all part of the experience, but I feel rather strongly that I don't always have the privilege of putting other people's stories on display. As Jason writes, "this isn't simply a project; it is the names and faces of those that are our guests"-- and I would add, those that are our friends.
However, I can (and should) tell you the details of the project. For 6 weeks, First Presbyterian Church of San Diego has provided space and supervision for 8-12 guests to sleep each night. Individuals who had contact with the church and its other outreach ministries applied and were accepted for the duration of the program, so that it's the same little group that has become a family of sorts, night by night. Each guest puts up and takes down his or her air mattress bed each night, and volunteers from churches around the city take shifts-- hanging out and sharing food in the evenings, cleaning up and clearing the room in the mornings. This was prompted by conviction about our responsibility as a downtown faith community, in the face of uncertainty about whether the city would provide space for a larger shelter during the damp winter months. There was a protracted process that culminated in setting up a large tent for housing-- I hear it's a pretty awful place to stay. I should add that it wasn't easy for the church to make this decision, either. It was a risk, and not everyone felt we were up to the task.
The question that may be lingering for you now might be "Well, is it working?" I don't know. We've lost a couple of the original guests, which was probably bound to happen. If they miss two nights, they are no longer eligible for the shelter. One couple sings in the church choir every Sunday morning. Each person is really quite endearing, but that doesn't mean there's a clear path to anything remotely close to "fixing" his or her life. People are stubborn and people have problems. People try hard and people have lots of potential. All of this is true of you and me, and it's true of the guests at First Pres. We've got a few more weeks; I'll post some more thoughts along the way.
Now that I've blogged and pondered, I suppose that what I'm trying to say is that I'm navigating what I want to say, what has meaning, and what needs to be shared. The people person that I am just wants to plunge into the stories. And never fear, I still believe there are stories to be told! Sometimes, though, I think I need to take a step back and wait a moment to choose a lens that is honorable and just and true and worthy of praise. I'm learning as I go.
I too have been spending time at the temporary winter shelter at our church for the past month. And I haven't written about it, even though there are certainly reasons I should have. You would love to know that my church here took a risk and plunged into service to "the least of these" brothers and sisters: men and women who've been making a life on the streets. You would get a kick out of some of our conversations and you would be touched by the stories we share and you would be irritated by people's quirks. That's all part of the experience, but I feel rather strongly that I don't always have the privilege of putting other people's stories on display. As Jason writes, "this isn't simply a project; it is the names and faces of those that are our guests"-- and I would add, those that are our friends.
However, I can (and should) tell you the details of the project. For 6 weeks, First Presbyterian Church of San Diego has provided space and supervision for 8-12 guests to sleep each night. Individuals who had contact with the church and its other outreach ministries applied and were accepted for the duration of the program, so that it's the same little group that has become a family of sorts, night by night. Each guest puts up and takes down his or her air mattress bed each night, and volunteers from churches around the city take shifts-- hanging out and sharing food in the evenings, cleaning up and clearing the room in the mornings. This was prompted by conviction about our responsibility as a downtown faith community, in the face of uncertainty about whether the city would provide space for a larger shelter during the damp winter months. There was a protracted process that culminated in setting up a large tent for housing-- I hear it's a pretty awful place to stay. I should add that it wasn't easy for the church to make this decision, either. It was a risk, and not everyone felt we were up to the task.
The question that may be lingering for you now might be "Well, is it working?" I don't know. We've lost a couple of the original guests, which was probably bound to happen. If they miss two nights, they are no longer eligible for the shelter. One couple sings in the church choir every Sunday morning. Each person is really quite endearing, but that doesn't mean there's a clear path to anything remotely close to "fixing" his or her life. People are stubborn and people have problems. People try hard and people have lots of potential. All of this is true of you and me, and it's true of the guests at First Pres. We've got a few more weeks; I'll post some more thoughts along the way.
Now that I've blogged and pondered, I suppose that what I'm trying to say is that I'm navigating what I want to say, what has meaning, and what needs to be shared. The people person that I am just wants to plunge into the stories. And never fear, I still believe there are stories to be told! Sometimes, though, I think I need to take a step back and wait a moment to choose a lens that is honorable and just and true and worthy of praise. I'm learning as I go.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
"Missional Community"
Some clarifying words:
"The church is not sent on a mission by God, rather God is on a mission and the church is called to join him. This is an important distinction, as much of what the church is about is trying to do stuff for God instead of letting Him do stuff through us. The mission is not the church’s—it is the Missio Dei, or “mission of God” that we are called to be part of. From Genesis to Revelation God is seen clearly on a pursuit to redeem humankind from the bondage of sin and death. The pursuit of this mission must take us beyond the walls of our church buildings out into the places where people live and work."
"A missional community is the spiritual family that has the Missio Dei in its DNA."
Read more of Neil Cole's article here.
"The church is not sent on a mission by God, rather God is on a mission and the church is called to join him. This is an important distinction, as much of what the church is about is trying to do stuff for God instead of letting Him do stuff through us. The mission is not the church’s—it is the Missio Dei, or “mission of God” that we are called to be part of. From Genesis to Revelation God is seen clearly on a pursuit to redeem humankind from the bondage of sin and death. The pursuit of this mission must take us beyond the walls of our church buildings out into the places where people live and work."
"A missional community is the spiritual family that has the Missio Dei in its DNA."
Read more of Neil Cole's article here.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Bribe, Trade, Opportunity
Last week I squeezed an additional, curious task into my routine of frequent meetings in local coffee shops. I hung some posters.
Yeah, it's not all that extraordinary. A nearby San Diego theatre had sent out an email with the tantalizing offer of free tickets to a play if you hung up posters. Um, sure, I thought! After all, I go to (or near) lots of prime places every week. I replied to the marketing rep and got the scoop. 10 posters. List your locations of choice. Provide photographic evidence. Pick your play and performance time.
I did a quick mental calculation, to make sure that the time it took would not exceed the cost of paying cash money for tickets. I was definitely in the black. However, the possibility of side benefits didn't even cross my mind. You see, as I tromped in and out of coffee shops, ice cream parlors and a token pub, I got to be the instigator of conversation. "Would you mind if I hang a poster about an upcoming play?"
"What play?"
"Where?"
"Are you an actor?"
"I LOVE theatre, you know! It's like my life!"
"They used to offer us free tickets sometimes."
"It's nice to meet you!"
"Let us know about the next one, too, okay?"
When I downloaded the photos from my camera to prove that the mission was accomplished, my chest welled with joy-- not just for being frugal or earning myself a classy evening, but for having encountered new people in the city. Maybe it's from growing up in a small town, but apparently something in me warms to knowing people (is it in everyone? I think not, for the millions who at least claim to crave anonymity in places like Manhattan.). I post about it because I was struck by yet another way of knowing a place. Not something I ever read about in community development strategies, but an "in" and an excuse for random interaction. Sure, not everyone was helpful or willing, but most were. As I tallied up my posted posters, it made a new kind of map-- a map of requests and transactions without money. A map of learning a place through a completely different lens.
Without a moment's hesitation, I will do this again. Who would have guessed that I would get to know shops and sidewalks around town in order to see classic theater for FREE? An all-around win!
Yeah, it's not all that extraordinary. A nearby San Diego theatre had sent out an email with the tantalizing offer of free tickets to a play if you hung up posters. Um, sure, I thought! After all, I go to (or near) lots of prime places every week. I replied to the marketing rep and got the scoop. 10 posters. List your locations of choice. Provide photographic evidence. Pick your play and performance time.
I did a quick mental calculation, to make sure that the time it took would not exceed the cost of paying cash money for tickets. I was definitely in the black. However, the possibility of side benefits didn't even cross my mind. You see, as I tromped in and out of coffee shops, ice cream parlors and a token pub, I got to be the instigator of conversation. "Would you mind if I hang a poster about an upcoming play?"
"What play?"
"Where?"
"Are you an actor?"
"I LOVE theatre, you know! It's like my life!"
"They used to offer us free tickets sometimes."
"It's nice to meet you!"
"Let us know about the next one, too, okay?"
When I downloaded the photos from my camera to prove that the mission was accomplished, my chest welled with joy-- not just for being frugal or earning myself a classy evening, but for having encountered new people in the city. Maybe it's from growing up in a small town, but apparently something in me warms to knowing people (is it in everyone? I think not, for the millions who at least claim to crave anonymity in places like Manhattan.). I post about it because I was struck by yet another way of knowing a place. Not something I ever read about in community development strategies, but an "in" and an excuse for random interaction. Sure, not everyone was helpful or willing, but most were. As I tallied up my posted posters, it made a new kind of map-- a map of requests and transactions without money. A map of learning a place through a completely different lens.
Without a moment's hesitation, I will do this again. Who would have guessed that I would get to know shops and sidewalks around town in order to see classic theater for FREE? An all-around win!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Approaching the Night
San Francisco, United States
I walk through a park with my former American editor, John Loudon, and his wife, Sharon. We can see the city of San Francisco in the distance, illuminated by the setting sun.
Sharon wrote a book about a Benedictine monastery, and tells us that the afternoon prayers, called vespers, are songs of faith in the certainty that the night will pass.
- The vespers indicate the necessity we have to be near others at nightfall – she says. – But our society has forgotten the importance of this nearness, and pretends to greatly prize each person’s ability to deal with his own difficulties. We no longer pray together; we hide our solitude as if we were afraid to admit it exists.
Sharon pauses, before adding:
- I was like that once. Until one day I lost my fear of depending on my neighbor, because I discovered that he too needed me.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Coaching, with Trust
I spent the weekend in a training workshop on coaching as a ministry skill. With a community of other missionaries here in San Diego, we practiced listening well, developing powerful questions, and helping people discover what they need to do to fully live out God's calling. It was refreshing because honestly, it feels like many of the things we do in ministry are based on gifts, talents, and hunches we follow. That makes certain people the "good" ones, the wise ones, the ones who can fix your problem for you. In contrast, as our roomful of people practiced coaching one another on real-life situations, I never worried that oh, I might get a "dud" coach. It was pretty straightforward. The coach followed the rules and asked the suggested types of questions, and the "coachee" almost always uncovered new insights and ways of thinking about things. It's not that there's a 'magic bullet' skill involved-- rather, there is a dramatic effect when we act as though we truly believe that God wants to speak and reveal himself to his children, and the coach merely facilitates that happening.
Seeing it work for myself was obvious reassurance, but I think I also needed the workshop's reminder about trusting the guidance of the Holy Spirit. It's easy to fall into the trap of thinking that it's OUR words, wisdom, and brilliant insights that change others' lives. It's because we told them that they're talented or because we corrected their mistake that they moved forward, right? It's because we said all the right things at exactly the right time. Oh but no! Where's the faith in that? Where's our humility as servants? We still guide people compassionately and carefully, but we do not coach as experts and super-stars. And that is a relief.
"I praise God for what he has promised. I trust in God, so why should I be afraid?" (Psalm 56:4)
Seeing it work for myself was obvious reassurance, but I think I also needed the workshop's reminder about trusting the guidance of the Holy Spirit. It's easy to fall into the trap of thinking that it's OUR words, wisdom, and brilliant insights that change others' lives. It's because we told them that they're talented or because we corrected their mistake that they moved forward, right? It's because we said all the right things at exactly the right time. Oh but no! Where's the faith in that? Where's our humility as servants? We still guide people compassionately and carefully, but we do not coach as experts and super-stars. And that is a relief.
"I praise God for what he has promised. I trust in God, so why should I be afraid?" (Psalm 56:4)
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
One Year!
January 4, 2010: moved into a foreclosed house for a month. Within 2 weeks, found another place to live. Attended CRM staff training. Moved into a new house with 3 fascinating roommates. Started meeting people and attending conferences. Started praying with people. Kept walking around the neighborhood. Learned my way around town. Saw the desert in bloom. Wore a couple of bridesmaid dresses. Travel: Mexico City, Malaysia, Hong Kong, Cambodia, Los Angeles, Chicago, Baltimore/ Philadelphia. Planes and trains. Potlucks and meetings. Walks and talks. Streets and alleys of friends and strangers. I was host and guest, learner and teacher, server and recipient.
January 4, 2011: a new year is just beginning! May this one bring even a few more sights, smells, and little tastes of the Kingdom of God.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Funny Christian Talk
Anonymous quotes, all from yesterday.
"Who is Missy O'Day?"
(Question interjected when I was talking about missio dei, the "mission of God")
"I mean, I had read the Bible before, but it was kind of like Elf [the movie]. I just saw a few scenes at a time."
"You can't just preach the 'Slaughter of the Innocents' your first time at a church. You are trying to make friends. Better go with the 'Gifts of the Magi.'"
"Who is Missy O'Day?"
(Question interjected when I was talking about missio dei, the "mission of God")
"I mean, I had read the Bible before, but it was kind of like Elf [the movie]. I just saw a few scenes at a time."
"You can't just preach the 'Slaughter of the Innocents' your first time at a church. You are trying to make friends. Better go with the 'Gifts of the Magi.'"
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Advent Reading: Gospel of Luke
Next up, I was excited to read through Luke. Confession: it took me longer than one week. BUT there were added layers to reading through this gospel, as I was simultaneously beginning a more in-depth study of Acts with a friend. As a result, some of the things that stood out to me had parallels in Acts (the second volume that offers follow-up to Luke).
In relation to Acts:
I was intrigued that casting lots (like throwing dice) comes up 3 times in the two books: 1) Zechariah is in the temple (where the angel appears and tells him he'll have a baby) because priestly duties were assigned by lot. Jesus' clothing was distributed by lot. 3) In the book of Acts, the disciples cast lots to replace dead traitor Judas with Matthias. I like the pattern of holy distribution (determined by none other than God) at key moments-- announcing the birth of John the Baptist, crucifying the Messiah, and anticipating the spread of the gospel through the apostles' witness.
It also struck me that the description of "awe in the neighborhood" with the prophecy about John in Luke 1:65 foreshadows the "awe" about the community of believers in Acts 2:43.
Amazement at John's calling:
The extent of the prophecy about John is expansive, more than I had remembered:
"He will be a joy and delight to you, and many will rejoice because of his birth, for he will be great in the sight of the Lord. He is never to take wine or other fermented drink, and he will be filled with the Holy Spirit even before he is born. He will bring back many of the people of Israel to the Lord their God. And he will go on before the Lord, in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the parents to their children and the disobedient to the wisdom of the righteous—to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.”
New insight into Mary and Elizabeth:
I used to be pretty hard on Mary. As a snotty adolescent Protestant, I read the Magnificat and thought, "good grief, she thinks she's hot stuff." Come on, all generations will call you blessed? Who talks like that??? But God invited me deeper into the interrelated stories of the cousins Elizabeth and Mary. I had never before grasped the deep shame that would probably follow Mary for the rest of her life as a result of this "blessing" from God. I had not seen the layers of mercy that God extends to his servant Mary. God offers her a companion (and refuge) in visiting Elizabeth, perhaps the one person in the world who would rejoice with Mary. Mary also gets to share in the joy of Elizabeth, who has long waited for a child. There is incredible grace woven through this-- that the old woman, righteous and long-suffering, is joined by a young woman confused, unassuming, yet blessed by God's favor. There is no formula to God's promises-- here they fulfill what had been waited for AND what had hardly been imagined.
I really did read the rest of Luke... but the most applicable parts for the season were definitely these opening chapters dealing with waiting and expectation for the Messiah.
Lord, we read the promises about Jesus and John the Baptist and long for those very things. We yearn for hearts turned and people prepared, and we wonder why it's not all squared away. Would you show us your mercy, lift up the humble, and fill the hungry. Give us mercy for your people and your world and enable us, too, to sing out how our souls magnify the LORD.
In relation to Acts:
I was intrigued that casting lots (like throwing dice) comes up 3 times in the two books: 1) Zechariah is in the temple (where the angel appears and tells him he'll have a baby) because priestly duties were assigned by lot. Jesus' clothing was distributed by lot. 3) In the book of Acts, the disciples cast lots to replace dead traitor Judas with Matthias. I like the pattern of holy distribution (determined by none other than God) at key moments-- announcing the birth of John the Baptist, crucifying the Messiah, and anticipating the spread of the gospel through the apostles' witness.
It also struck me that the description of "awe in the neighborhood" with the prophecy about John in Luke 1:65 foreshadows the "awe" about the community of believers in Acts 2:43.
Amazement at John's calling:
The extent of the prophecy about John is expansive, more than I had remembered:
"He will be a joy and delight to you, and many will rejoice because of his birth, for he will be great in the sight of the Lord. He is never to take wine or other fermented drink, and he will be filled with the Holy Spirit even before he is born. He will bring back many of the people of Israel to the Lord their God. And he will go on before the Lord, in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the parents to their children and the disobedient to the wisdom of the righteous—to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.”
New insight into Mary and Elizabeth:
I used to be pretty hard on Mary. As a snotty adolescent Protestant, I read the Magnificat and thought, "good grief, she thinks she's hot stuff." Come on, all generations will call you blessed? Who talks like that??? But God invited me deeper into the interrelated stories of the cousins Elizabeth and Mary. I had never before grasped the deep shame that would probably follow Mary for the rest of her life as a result of this "blessing" from God. I had not seen the layers of mercy that God extends to his servant Mary. God offers her a companion (and refuge) in visiting Elizabeth, perhaps the one person in the world who would rejoice with Mary. Mary also gets to share in the joy of Elizabeth, who has long waited for a child. There is incredible grace woven through this-- that the old woman, righteous and long-suffering, is joined by a young woman confused, unassuming, yet blessed by God's favor. There is no formula to God's promises-- here they fulfill what had been waited for AND what had hardly been imagined.
I really did read the rest of Luke... but the most applicable parts for the season were definitely these opening chapters dealing with waiting and expectation for the Messiah.
Lord, we read the promises about Jesus and John the Baptist and long for those very things. We yearn for hearts turned and people prepared, and we wonder why it's not all squared away. Would you show us your mercy, lift up the humble, and fill the hungry. Give us mercy for your people and your world and enable us, too, to sing out how our souls magnify the LORD.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Beginning to look a lot like Christmas
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