Reeling and Rolling On

This weekend was so packed, so rich, so energetic, that I find myself sitting at the computer on Wednesday still wondering how to write about it.

A local church, Open Table Community, decided to replace its yearly retreat with a "Core practices weekend." This time was dedicated to engagement with each other and with the local community.

Most people have to do work like mine for years before they find others who buy into the same vision and are interested in both partnering in and reproducing it. Open Table clearly invited Ruthie and me to link them with the community, and several volunteers decided to either help with the afterschool program or move toward creating their own programs.

Now, aside from having two excellent new partners helping the kids with their homework, we are discussing ideas for computer classes, fitness clubs, and a community food co-op. We'll see where it all goes, but we've seen a lot of action from this group. They aren't just talkers.

I think people are generally empowered by looking at our work here. They see that this life of love, hospitality, and service is not only doable, but that it is often rewarding and enjoyable. I hope that we can see more of those who dream of helping others have the courage to stick their necks out and do it.

Into a Home

Back in the old days, before a hoard of untamed children overran our apartment, we had seperate rooms for study/office work, sleeping, and movie viewing.

Now we have just one room of private space. We've been keeping things in piles or jammed into our closet for a while, but we recently decided to hunt for affordable ways to make our little space more homey.

Enter IKEA. First, we found a shelf and desk combo on sale that fit perfectly in our corner and consolidated DVD storage, book storage, and office space. My friend Jonathan led the effort to build it, and it transformed my work space:

Second, we found a set of CD shelves that mount on the wall, which is great because we have a shortage of floor space. They cost $5.99 each, and three provided more than enough room for my little collection. I organized my music and stored it like so:

Finally, we went to Goodwill and found a small couch that, unlike the futon we were using, didn't leave bruises on the butt and put the legs to sleep:

Thanks to these bargains and time spent on recent Mondays, we've been able to make this little mission apartment into a home.

Village Gathering at NAMB Headquarters

Thanks to the North American Mission Board for hosting a village gathering. It was a great time despite the torrential rain. To illustrate:

Rain on the Burning Heart

Here is something I can tell you from the trenches: Relationships are the weakest link in any ministry.

To some extent, you can protect against sex scandals or substance abuse or even financial greed, but when pride moves in, when trust falls apart, when love cools off, ministries fail quietly, and it is tragic and ugly.

I've been watching my friendships these days with a wary eye, because no one is immune. We must care for our love so tenderly. I don't want to go into too much detail, but I heard a story from a friend recently that was very familiar. A ministry was up and running, lives were being changed, the gospel was taking root, and then a small offense turned into a battle for territory.

Then the people being reached suddenly became weapons. Long-standing friendships were used as leverage, and damage was done that will not be undone.

I've been praying a lot about love lately. The world is meant to identify us by our love. We are so careless with it sometimes, and when it is lost, the damage to our testimony and to our lives is irreversible. To my friends and ministry partners: we must live in love and drive out the pride, fear, lust, greed, and corruption that keeps us from it.

It is the easiest thing to let go of, and the hardest to repair. When rain falls on the burning heart of our union, we must fight to keep the embers burning. There is no higher call upon us than love.

Back to Biz

My dear readers, we have much to catch up on.

I started my day with three meetings. First, I got together with Bob Mulloy, who will be helping me teach English to some of the men in the community. After finishing with Bob, I met my friend David Park downtown to observe a food co-op in action. David and I are plotting ways to get a co-op running for the families here at Huntington Creek.

Finally, at lunch, we got to meet Marlene Haller from Movers and Shakers, a ministry that helps furnish homes for immigrants and refugees.

After that, it was back to the apartment/ministry center to run the afterschool program. I was in charge of the story today, so we read a book about a kid who gets an alligator in the mail. We had a great time reading it together.



Of course, everyone had to finish their homework first:


This shot is an older one of Jennifer going to school with one of the guitars that Ruthie's aunt donated. Because of this donation, Jennifer has been able to join guitar club and start learning this instrument.


Here's another one of Junior trying to smile and hide his teeth at the same time:

Jennifer and Vanessa have become like part of our family. We let them in last week to borrow a few movies.

Here's a few shots of the kids eating chicken noodle soup. We feed all of them a hot meal every time that we run the afterschool program:

Well, if you're still reading, thanks for sticking with us. More to come tomorrow.

Day Off?

I realize that I have not blogged about our actual ministry activities for a few entries, and since today was our day off, a bunch of non-ministry-related stuff happened which was thoroughly enjoyable but which I will not blog about for fear of exhausting the goodwill of my readers and making this one-sentence blog entry even more of a run-on than it already is.

The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp

Whenever I watch a movie, I log in to my Netflix account and give it a star rating. One star means I hated it, and five stars means I loved it. I reserve five stars for the very few movies that blow me away.

Tonight, after a rough day for both of us, Ruthie and I kicked back and watched The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp. Roger Ebert does a great job of reviewing it, and I doubt too many of my readers come here for movie reviews, so I won't say too much, but I gave it a whopping five stars.

It was also interesting to see it after having seen Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums. Both movies borrow from this one repeatedly in pacing, style, set design, and even a latin phrase (sic transit gloria).

I'm not one to say that movies are going downhill, because there always have been duds and gems, but it's a thrill to stumble upon masterpieces that deliver a kick in the teeth from a long-gone era.