God-Size Surprises

Do you ever get surprised by God? Have your found yourself expecting one thing, and then receiving so much more than you could ever ask for or imagine? That happened to me last week…in a huge way! Camp Splash was last week. Just like last year, the neighborhood kids and the youth and college age students had a terrific time of parachute games, water games, crafts and daily installments of the redemptive story of God’s creation, sin, the Savior Jesus and His bodily resurrection, and how He wants a relationship with us.

We heard the story of how we are reconciled to God through His son Jesus. But, we also experienced reconciliation with one another as we gathered and created community. God’s big surprise was the group of mama’s, caregivers and grandma’s who came to be with their children. They came the first day, Monday. I thought to myself – OK…they are coming to check this out. Not sure if they should leave their children unattended with a group of strangers. I don’t blame them. They just intently listened, watched and took it all in.

On Tuesday, they returned. And I thought – OK – this must be something. Is this God? At the end of the evening, I approached this loving group of women and asked if they might want to meet together while their kids were cared for and taught. They loudly agreed with a resounding – YES!

On Wednesday and Thursday, we met together and talked about our dreams for the community, our kids, our lives. We shared some of our history, our struggles, too. A time of prayer where we lifted our thanks and petitions to our God. By Friday, God was already answering! One person asked that we pray for joy…for peace.

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On Thursday, I saw that some of the moms joined in the parachute games before we met together. By Friday, the moms were joining in the messy slime relay game – delivering non-toxic slime from one bucket to the other. Look at the HUGE smiles in these pictures. You can almost hear the giggles of joy. Thanks God for bringing a few minutes of joy and giggles through slimey games! And we know and love where everlasting joy comes from.

Starting this Thursday, we will continue to gather weekly and will start exploring THAT kind of Joy…joy unspeakable and full of glory…and that kind of Peace…peace that passes all understanding…

God-size surprises aren’t always HUGE and fancy. I am learning that God-size surprises may be small…unexpected…something that I definitely can’t take credit for. Something I never saw coming! God-size surprises are often in the everyday walk of life. He cares about and shows up in the mundane, routine, detailed parts of our lives. I love that.

Where do you see God working in your life in unexpected ways? In the routines of life?


Why?

Why do I do what I do? Why do I live the way that I live? These are 2 questions that I am asked on a regular basis. Then, I am often ‘warned’ against the many, many things that could go wrong and the risks that I am assuming. Then, I am usually told how unsafe it is and how they could never live like that. This conversation happened in-depth again this week. I am guessing that some of you and many others think the same way, and I want to respond the best that I can. I should say ‘we’ now that I am married, but often times – I tend to be more provocative than Louis… I’m the gas pedal. Louis tends to be the brake.

Why do I do what I do?

Why do I live the way that I live?

Nearly 8 years ago, I felt a calling to move into Southern Barton Heights. I struggled with it a bit. I was not at all used to a community that had such heavy street crime – drugs, prostitutes, shootings, etc.  I also wasn’t used to being the minority – one of the few white folks for what felt like miles around. I had no idea what God had in store for me, but I knew that I had a choice to be obedient to what God called me to do, or be disobedient – running, like Jonah. I really didn’t want to end up in the belly of a big fish. And, I was also somewhat excited.

Since that time, I have learned so much about myself, about others, and about God. Louis and I attempt to live in reckless abandon to what God has called us to do. We have good days, and we have bad ones. Let me recap the last 8 years.

8/17/2005 – I bought a house and moved into my beloved Southern Barton Heights; and God made it a home.

8/19/2005 –  (Yes, 2 days later.) I meet a bunch of the neighborhood children – when they ask me if I have any kids that can come out to play. We bake and eat a ton of chocolate chip cookies together. We live life together, and I don’t go anywhere alone. To the grocery store – I’ve got some with me. We’d talk about the price of groceries, good eating choices, explaining different types of fruits and vegetables. I’m sure it is not much different from when a parent takes their kids to the grocery store – even down to the ‘put that down’, ‘no, you can’t have that’, ‘come back over here’, ‘stop running’, etc. It wasn’t much later that Miss Marti, Miss Marti’s House, and Miss Marti’s Kids became everyday language.

I’m working full-time and traveling quite a bit for work. Even today, some of the kids, now grown, talk about how they would ring my doorbell, only to be disappointed because I was traveling….AGAIN.  The group of mainly boys steadily grows. One comes to live with me after his mom passes and his dad ends up in the hospital. One of the most challenging situations to date.

We are having sleepovers, parties, brunches, and other fun field trips. But, I am no longer doing all the things that I used to do. Movies, dinners out with friends, and fun trips became less and less. In fact, some friends weren’t willing to come to my home because they didn’t feel safe. As time progressed, I am happy to report that my friends feel much more comfortable and will even spend the night!

December 2006  – This life continues until my new mentor, pastor and friend, Don Coleman gives me Luke 10:1-7, which changes my prayer from ‘Lord – will I ever have a husband?’ to ‘Lord – I’m praying for the other half of my pair.  Someone who can go on this adventure….carry out God’s mission with me, just as Jesus sent out his folks 2 at a time in Luke 10.’ And, I continue to hang out with the kids, yet I learn that my job and my company is relocating to St Louis, and God tells me to stay in Richmond. I was left wondering how in the world I would pay my bills.

12/27/2007 – God answers my prayer….and I talk to Louis for the first time on the phone and set up our first date.  Arranged by God, Don and another friend, Jennifer.

12/30/2007 – I meet Louis for the first time on a blind date….dinner at Edo’s Squid. YUM!

12/31/2007 – God answers another prayer! Louis joins me on our first joint mission – a New Year’s Eve party for some of Miss Marti’s Kids…giving them a safe place to hang out.

1/27/2008 – A guy gets shot 9 times outside the back door on our 4th date. Needless to say – that changed up our date that night…and our lives as we entered into a lovely relationship with the victim (yes, he lived) and his family.  Earning some street cred with another population in the community. We continued dating, as Miss Marti’s Kids watched – sometimes way more closely than I would have liked…asking all kinds of questions, usually pertaining to kissing, sex (or our lack of!!), and more. I wasn’t prepped for that one at all! Our “family dynamics” were challenged and shifted as a male adult entered the picture. Many a family meeting were held as Louis’s position in our ‘family’ was challenged, and as Louis and I moved toward engagement and marriage.

12/27/2008 – Louis and I tied the knot and officially start our mission as a married couple. So much has happened since!

12/31/2010 – My position at work finally comes to an end, after being extended several times due to another merger. God was so gracious with me as my identity was challenged, my faith was tested, our finances were being stretched and our spending plan was being tightened. But, God has us on an assignment…in our community and our city. As we engage in organic community/church, Christian Community Development, and living out God’s mission in our everyday, walk around lives. All the while…encouraging and mentoring others to do the same. Walking alongside churches, small groups, individuals, etc. who are trying to figure this kind of life out.

1/1/2012 – Louis and I find ourselves both working without pay for 5 months. We are busy doing God’s work, just not getting paid for it here on earth.

5/20/2012 – Louis has a short stent (10 months) in an interim pastor’s position, which ends in a way that totally surprised us and a lot of other people. But, I know that it didn’t surprise God, and He’s in control. I am grateful for that time.  Even though it is marred with difficult times that weren’t at all Christlike or God-glorifying, I am so thankful for the many lovely friends we have made, stories and lives and journeys that we share with so many people who now worship at a number of different locations.

Today – I could complain incessantly about the days that I am frustrated because change hasn’t happened soon enough, because empty chip bags, styrofoam boxes, and ‘urban tumbleweeds’ (black plastic shopping bags from the 2 local stores) litter our streets, because the corner dealer is still slinging heroin 8 years later, because negative influences move in and pollute the minds, souls and hearts of my neighbors and their children, because well-meaning people drop in and out doing more harm than good ‘in the name of Jesus’, because the education system, economic development, affordable housing, mass incarceration, crime and poverty still seem to be rampant.

But, then God gives me a glimpse of how HE is at work in my beloved community.  Now, 8 years later, we still have kids (some now 8 years older!!!) hanging out the house and doing life…and joining us in God’s mission.  It’s not by hit-and-run ministry, but through new suburban friends who are willing to sacrifice their time to come be in relationship with me and my friends and neighbors.  It’s how God pulls 6 neighborhood moms together with me and a couple of suburban moms during Camp Splash to build community. One who stated she prays that we will become a group of moms who will transform the community. Today – the sacrifices and frustrations, the difficulties and challenges, the pain and tears, the loneliness and sometimes feelings of isolation… it’s all worth it.

It takes time.

So…back to the question.  

Why do I do what I do? Why do I live the way that I live?

Because just as the Father sent Christ, Christ sent me. I’m about doing the Father’s business, in the power of the Holy Spirit.

I was recently nominated for Epoch Award. And they have recently asked, what this nomination means to me. It’s an honor to be nominated and be recognized as an unsung hero… one who could share in $50,000 cash awards that would allow Louis and I to continue to be about God’s mission in our community and to continue encouraging, challenging, and mentoring others to live a radically obedient life that honors God and make the name of Jesus famous. It would help to bridge our finances until another paying gig comes our way.  You know, it’s an honor to be even nominated because this isn’t a formal non-profit.  It’s a way-of-life. It’s the way we roll. It’s what God calls us to do.

That’s what we want to encourage others to do. Go, in the power of the Holy Spirit, and do what God has called you to do in your everyday, walk-around life.

Love God. Love others. Go make disciples who will make disciples.

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WOW!

I don’t the energy to post pictures and lots of words describing the last 2 days of Camp Splash. But, feel like I MUST share with you the wonderful things going on! I am so encouraged with what God is doing in our midst! Our Hope Church friends have ENDLESS energy and are giving sacrificially of their time to share the love of Jesus with the community. Our friends are TOTALLY rockin’ the meals every night! We are so grateful for their generosity!  Moms continue to attend, and today we met separately to get some adult time, to share with one another, and to pray. I’m thrilled to hear their dreams and desires for the community, their children, their lives.

Today, we pray for hope, joy, and peace that only God can provide. We pray for jobs and provision. We pray for safety from abuse, guns, drugs and alcohol. We pray for our neighborhood children and their futures. We pray for transformation.

May Jesus be made famous in our community…our city…our country.

 


Games, Creation, Rain, Hope, and Pizza!

Our 2nd Annual Camp Splash – backyard VBS –  kicked off today with 19 community kids and 7 moms who hung out with us, too… along with the youth and college folks from Hope Church, the community and my niece!!  Quite a team that God has put together!

We started our time playing parachute games.  The numbers steadily grew as the evening progressed. The sounds of laughter echoed through the community.

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Then, we took a break to hear the story based on God’s Letter to us – the Bible, specifically Genesis 1 and 2.  God made everything including you and me! He spoke it into being. We also learned that God is eternal, powerful, loving, perfect and very kind.

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Then, it was time for the water games….

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Although the rain hit about 45 minutes or so into the evening, the timing worked out perfectly. We quickly got everyone inside before the torrential downpours! Which gives a whole new meaning to Camp Splash!

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Just in time to play some inside games….IMG_0210

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before we had pizza dinner and craft time, where the kids could create something out of Model Magic! And I would be remiss if I didn’t give a shout-out to our neighbor and friend, Claudia, for making some killer cookies! They were a HUGE hit!

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Tomorrow…We play more wet games! We learn about SIN (boo!!!!) and craft time is scratch art! Dinner…wow.  Dinners this week are going to be amazing because I have some WONDERFUL, LOVING, GIVING friends who are providing meals… Subway sandwiches are on deck for tomorrow.

I have to admit, one of the biggest surprises and best blessings is the fact that 7 of the moms chose to hang out with us. I love getting to know my neighbors!!!!

Enjoy the rest of the pictures…

 


Putting Up the Flag

It’s 4th of July here in the United States. It’s Independence Day. Just about all of us are celebrating, BBQing, lighting the fireworks, wearing red, white and blue and putting up our flags.

So…why are you “Putting Up the Flag”?

 

 


A Worthwhile Journey

I am a White, heterosexual, Jesus-following, married, educated, 50-year-old woman born and raised in the predominantly White suburbs of Richmond, VA , which was once the capital of the Confederacy.  I now live in the predominantly African-American/Black inner city, just a 1/2 mile from the lowest income census tract in the Metro Richmond area. You probably wonder why I started off telling you all of that.  You see, not everyone who reads this knows me.  In all of the diversity training I have attended at work, we were encouraged to own your identity…to name it. “I’m speaking from a white woman’s point of view.”  So, I wanted YOU to know from where I speak.  And… I want to own my identity.

I have read a number of articles, watched the news, and have discussed the “Paula Deen situation” with friends of different races, backgrounds, cultural contexts, etc. One of the most interesting took place in my friend, Emmanuel’s barber shop – Edify 360, while E was cleaning Louis up.  Although this is a horrible and complex situation all around, we can’t stick our heads in the ground like an ostrich, but we should be intentionally engaging in loving dialogue with others about it….especially those different from us.

I’m not ‘going there’ with this post, but want to share this one piece, 7 Stages of White Identity, that I just read and want to pass along. Christena Cleveland states that her “passion is to help the body of Christ find the power of unity. Using social psychological insights, biblical principles and practical applications, I equip people – from head to heart to hands – to do the work of unity and reconciliation.” She has a blog that you can find at www.christenacleveland.com. This post was written by a guest author, Daniel Hill, Pastor of River City Community Church in Chicago.

7 Stages of White Identity is a MUST-READ for everyone. I know it’s long…a really long post…and has 7 Stages.  But, it is well worth the read.  And I will be reading it again…and again.  It’s a journey. A worthwhile journey, not an event. Oftentimes, it’s a painful journey.  I have learned so much about myself, about God and about others along the way….and I am still learning.  I haven’t arrived  – that’s for sure!  I didn’t end up living in and loving my neighbors in Southern Barton Heights, married to Louis, without first going intentionally embracing this journey.  I am grateful for many friends and experiences that have furthered me in my journey, especially for my dear friend and Pastor, Don Coleman, and his loving wife Florence. I met Don in my first year of moving to Southern Barton Heights, and things would have been much different without them in my life.

I really resonated with this post and see much of my story laid out in these 7 Stages.  As much as I wish I could have skipped over some of the stages, it’s not gonna happen – nor would I have wanted it to.  Stage 7 is a place I think I am entering… Empowered.  Take a read as the author talks about how Dr. John M Perkins (you know I’m a fan of his!!!) significantly impacted his life.

What Dr. Perkins said next became a beacon of hope for my life.  In response to her story, he talked about his own journey of understanding and embracing his racial-cultural identity.  He said it like this: “I am not Afro-centric, but I haven’t forgotten who I am.  I use my blackness to extend the Kingdom of God.  You need to live from who you are – you were created for a specific purpose. We must not err to ethnocentrism, but we must also not err to forgetting who we are.”

So – the question Daniel Hill goes on to ask is….

What does it mean to use my whiteness to extend the Kingdom of God?

This is where I do want to go…

If you are on this journey, where do you find yourself? What stage?

What does it mean for all of us to use our race to further the Kingdom of God? What does that even look like?

So, take a read, if you dare.  Be sure to read the comments, too. They were very informative and insightful as well!


Makin’ Waves…at Camp Splash 2013

It’s that time again! Sign up for our annual backyard Vacation Bible School called…

Camp Splash!

For more information and pictures from last year…check out this link…

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Be sure to RSVP, so that we will have enough supplies for all the youth.

In addition, note that weather permitting…we are having a community cookout on

Friday evening at 7pm!!!

Bring something to share! Thanks!

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Splish Splash, I was taking a bath….

Well, no…we didn’t take baths.  But we did have a ton of fun and got really wet in the process!!  Last year, Louis and I partnered with Hope Church to hold a back yard VBS called Camp Splash! We are prepping for this year’s Camp Splash.

Camp Splash 2013

July 22nd – 26th

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Stay tuned for more details and ways you can help! To get email updates, be sure to follow on the right!  ————>

In the meantime, please join us in praying for the safety of the kids this summer, for the Camp Splash volunteers, for open hearts during Camp Splash 2013.  Thanks!

If you want to learn more, check out these posts from last year and check out this video I put together from last year’s pictures.

Camp Splash Comes to SBH 
Backyard Camp Makes A Splash
60000 Words
Clouds Rain Sunshine
Gods Kingdom Come in SBH

Another Side of Father’s Day

I am reposting my post from Father’s Day 2011.  Still meaningful today…and still who and what I think of every Father’s Day.

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This week, as Father’s Day approaches, Louis works on his sermon, and I see/hear ads that encourage us to buy cards, ties, power tools, dinners, etc. for our Dads.  It’s quite inescapable and has me thinking….

Before proceeding, please know that I am NOT judging, and judgmental comments won’t be allowed. Let’s keep it respectful.

I am fully aware that Father’s Day isn’t always a joyful, loving, memorable, ‘Hallmark’ holiday for all fathers, mothers or children.  Often times…a father doesn’t have an opportunity to interact with their children on a frequent, regular basis.  This may be because the Dad may be away in the military or travel a lot for their job, may have died an untimely death, may be emotionally absent, or may be abusive.  It could also be a father who is currently incarcerated or chooses to be unengaged with their children….at any and all ages.  In addition, you have kids who were born to single moms – some with and without Dad involved…

64% of all births in Richmond occurring to women who are single at the time of birth. This is not just a teen pregnancy issue. 75% of these non-marital births are to women 20 years of age or older. Non-marital births are up from 10% in 1950, 20% in 1965, to 63% in 2007. See chart on page 3.

The Richmond Family & Fatherhood Initiative examines these costs and offers solutions in the document entitled “Cost & Solutions to Family Fragmentation & Father Absence in Richmond, VA”

There are many reasons why Father’s Day can be a tough day for many people.  Louis’s dad passed away when he and his sister were 12 and 14, respectively.  Some of my friends don’t have fond memories of their fathers due to neglect, addictions, and abuse.  Some of the kids I know and hang out with were born to single moms, and their dad’s aren’t active at all in their lives. Some Dads I know are wanting to reconcile with their families after being estranged for quite some time, yet the pain is so deep…they aren’t allowed back in….YET.

Churches across the nation celebrate and honor fathers on Father’s Day…and celebrate we should!  Fathers make a huge impact on their family when they are lovingly engaged with their wives and children.  In a recently published book, The Art of Roughhousing by Anthony DeBenedet states that fathers have a unique contribution to their kids, that nurturing mom’s can’t necessarily fill.  (You can hear more about the book on this video.)  Something as simple as rambunctious play makes a difference!  For many, many reasons children need their dads.  (Additional impacts can be found in the document link above.)

How can we, as the church, play a positive, supportive role in engaging fathers with their families, fill in the gap for fathers who aren’t able to spend time with their kids, encourage single moms and dads, etc?  This is a very complex situation in our city and nation.  There is not an easy answer.  If it were, we wouldn’t be talking about it.

So…this Father’s Day, let’s take time to honor and encourage biological and spiritual fathers.  Go buy the cake, the tie, the golf club, the dinner.  Have the special service and prayer at church.  But, let’s also remember and encourage the single moms and others who play the father role.  Let’s remember the fatherless and the orphans.  Let’s remember those who may find this day painful or just plain over-commercialized.  In addition, I’d be remiss if I didn’t include the remembering the pain of the childless, wanna-be fathers.

My simple prayer, this Father’s Day weekend….

Abba Father, turn the hearts of fathers to their children and the hearts of children to their fathers. (Malachi 4:6)

In the name of Jesus, your son and my brother, I pray.  Amen.


Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above… James 1:17

Someone once said that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I have no idea who did…but I have to agree! I had the BEST breakfast this morning… a little peanut butter for protein, some blueberries and apples with a little coconut! Thanks to the Elisa Douglas of The Cake Lady for sending me home with a goodie box! Sorry, this picture doesn’t do it justice! Matt Nichols took the rest of them! (and for my super healthy eater fanatical kind of friends…no, I really didn’t eat this for breakfast.  But, I wanted to!!!)

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BREAKFAST for Champions!!!!  🙂 Cupcakes… Blueberry, Peanut Butter Chocolate, Coconut, Apple Caramel (clockwise starting from the top)

Elisa Douglas aka The Cake Lady makes super delicious and beautiful cakes and cupcakes! Last night, she hosted a trunk show for another friend’s new business – Legacy Sewing by Gaylia Nichols. So, we got to eat Elisa’s goodness while shopping from Gaylia’s handcrafted bags, totes, baby items like bibs and burp cloths, quilts and so much more!  In addition, Gaylia sat with her clients taking personal orders – fabric, closures, strap length, styles, monograms, appliqués, etc. She’s so flexible and creative! Not only does she make these items, but she also does alterations, drapes and curtains, wedding veils, and lots more custom work! Check out the beginning of her Etsy shop here > Legacy Sewing Etzy.

I have such talented and gifted friends and want to support their creativity, talent and gifts. God has blessed them abundantly with such great skills. You can tell they love what they do, just hearing them talk about it. And they do it with such love. Admittedly, it’s hard to fight back gift-envy – because I just don’t cook and sew like my friends do.  I don’t sing like my friends – Lori Bailey and Rachel Schultz. But, I am learning to embrace my strength of connectedness. And I want to connect you to Elisa and Gaylia! I am planning to host a gathering for Elisa and Gaylia. It’s a “2-fer”! It’s a great time to hang out, look at beautiful things and taste good sweets! And…maybe listen to the lovely tunes of Lori Bailey and Rachel Schultz, who both have CDs.  Oh yeah….and then there’s my friend Karen Rios from The Dance Candle – who teaches dance, ballet, etc for all ages!!!  And…my friend Joy Bailey, the photographer… Joy Cherie Photography.

So…here’s the question.

Who wants to come and celebrate and support these talented women???