RVA: Under Construction – Jen Hatmaker Speaks

 INT presents Jen

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Jen Hatmaker Speaks…

RVA: UNDER CONSTRUCTION

 

METRO Richmond, VA is under construction!

WE, the Church, are being called to rebuild it by fulfilling the mission Jesus gave us: 

Love God. Love Neighbor.

Make Disciples who Make Disciples.

Join us in welcoming Jen Hatmaker, as 700+ attendees will hear Jen speak and discuss what it means to live on that mission as an individual, as a small group or family, and as a church!  Jen’s message is NOT just for women only! GUYS – You are welcomed and encouraged!!!  Although many of her books are geared toward women, her message is for everyone who is part of the body of Christ in RVA: men, women, church leaders, young adults, singles and parents!

Location:

St. Giles Presbyterian Church
5200 Grove Avenue
Richmond, VA 23226

Weekend Schedule:

Friday  8/15   6-9:30pm

Saturday   8/16     8:30a – 1p

Saturday “Un-conference” – Attendees are encouraged to continue the dialogue following the event with new friends and old by joining them for lunch at various places throughout Richmond. More information will be provided as the date approaches.

Who is Jen Hatmaker?

Jen Hatmaker and her husband, Brandon, live in Austin, TX where they lead Austin New Church and raise their brood. They pioneered Restore Austin, connecting churches to local and global nonprofits for the spiritual and social renewal of Austin and beyond. She is the author of nine books and Bible studies, including Interrupted and 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess. Jen and Brandon have five children ~ Gavin, Sydney, Caleb; and in 2010 they added Ben and Remy from Ethiopia.

What is Into The Neighborhood?

Into The Neighborhood is a newly formed nonprofit Christ-centered ministry, founded by Louis and Marti Williams, based on scripture:

The Word became flesh…and moved into the neighborhood.    John 1:14 (MSG)

For more information, click here > Into The Neighborhood.

Where can I get tickets?

Please Note:  Early Bird Prices are available through May 31, 2014. Prices won’t be this low again, and numbers are limited.

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Where can I get information about sponsorship?

If you are interested in a sponsorship package please contact Marti below.

We are super excited about seeing you at St. Giles on August 15-16 and are praying for all attendees..

 

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Walk Down Memory Lane

Since moving to Southern Barton Heights, I have more anniversaries than I ever thought I could.  So many memories. So many reasons to PRAISE GOD!

So many reminders that…

  • God protects us.
  • God is in control.
  • there’s power in the name of Jesus.
  • there’s healing in the name of Jesus.
  • God cares for every. living. soul.
  • obedience is key.
  • Jesus is the Word that became flesh and blood and moved into the neighborhood. (John 1:14 MSG) and…
  • as Jesus Followers, Louis and I are called to our neighborhood.
  • being a Jesus Follower isn’t the safest place to be on earth and IS absolutely the safest place to be…all at the same time!
  • and…it’s totally worth it!

This week is another ‘anniversary’ that I will never forget! This time 6 years ago, Louis and I had been out like maybe 5 times in 4 weeks. So, we barely knew each other, and I wasn’t quite sure that I liked him…until January 26th – the date when I met Louis’ friends. That’s the night I decided I liked him.  It was following weeks that I learned I really needed to consider him seriously.  The next night, Frank got shot 9 times outside my back door and a bullet came in the house.  Much to the surprise of everyone, Louis came back!  Never hear this story? or want to hear it again, keep reading and check out the links below.   If you are wondering where we got the name of our ministry Into The Neighborhood, read these links for that story, too!

Side note:

This is the first song I heard this morning, while I was busy cooking breakfast for Louis and me.  I was reminded again, that Frank is only alive today because he called on the GREAT NAME OF JESUS. As tears rolled down and dripped in the bacon, I praised God for his goodness, his healing, his tender loving care.  It took me back to that night…. January 27, 2008 at 8:30pm when Frank was shot 9 times – right chest, left shoulder, left thigh, right hand and 5 times to the gut. The night that Louis and I met Frank we also gave him first aid.  By the time the paramedics arrived that night, Frank was only breathing once a minute and had no pulse. I assured him that we weren’t leaving him.  I prayed with him and shared that there was power in the name of Jesus. And if he called on Jesus’ name, he would be healed. Frank couldn’t talk at that point, but he did grab my thigh.  I knew he was all good.  Just as the lyrics say….”Sick are healed, and the dead are raised. At the sound of Your Great Name”  (Rest of the lyrics are at the bottom of this post.)

 

This is what Louis and I were doing 6 years ago this week.  Happy Reading!

Change of Heart…Just in Time

MGV – Barton and Roberts

The Word Became Flesh…

The Next Day Part 1

The Next Day Part 2

The Next Day Part 3

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Your Great Name Lyrics
Performed by Natalie Grant

Lost are saved; find their way; at the sound of Your Great Name
All condemned; feel no shame; at the sound of Your Great Name
Every fear; has no place; at the sound of Your Great Name
The enemy; he has to leave; at the sound of Your Great Name

Chorus
Jesus, worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us
Son of God and man you are high and lifted up; that all the world will praise Your Great Name

Verse 2
All the weak; find their strength; at the sound of Your Great Name
Hungry souls; receive grace; at the sound of Your Great Name
The fatherless; they find their rest; at the sound of Your Great Name
Sick are healed, and the dead are raised. At the sound of Your Great Name

Chorus
Jesus, worthy is the Lamb; that was slain for us
Son of God and man; you are high and lifted up
that all the world will praise Your Great Name.
Your Great Name.

Redeemer, my Healer; Lord Almighty
My Savior; Defender; you are my King
Redeemer; my Healer; Lord Almighty
My Savior; Defender; you are my King


Won’t You Let Me Be Your Neighbor?

On April 1, 2012, my friend, Sara Kennedy, asked if I would speak to a group at her church about being a good neighbor…telling stories of my life in Southern Barton Heights. It was my honor to tell how God uses me and changes me through this experience. Thanks for allowing me to be part of Shalom Richmond at Stony Point Pres.


Incarnation

Word became flesh…and moved into the neighborhood. John 1:14 (MSG)  

For me…that’s the story of Christmas.  God becoming flesh and blood, and relocating to the neighborhood.  Thanks, Jesus, for giving up heaven to come to this sinful world.  Why???  To glorify God.  Jesus said the following in Luke 4:18-19 NIV

18 “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. 
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, 
to set the oppressed free, 19 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”

So, what does that mean for us?  Stay tuned.  In the meantime, check out this awesome Spoken Word.  Love it!


…and Moved into the Neighborhood.

Picking up from the 3/20 post The Word Became Flesh… (click if you want to read it before continuing)

I have been really struggling on what to say and how to continue telling this story about how we met Frank and his family.  The last thing I want to do is to hurt anyone by my words or release any confidential information.  So, I will not give many details, but will tell what I feel comfortable with until I can talk with Frank and his family.

That night, Louis and I went up to the hospital, just a couple of miles from where I live.   Thankfully, it was close since Frank had been shot 9 times!

After praying for wisdom, Louis and I walked into the Gateway Building (like a lobby) of MCV, now VCU Health Systems.  I’m not sure about Louis and how he was feeling, but I was feeling a bit out of place and nervous.  The lobby was FULL for 11:30pm on a Sunday night.  I didn’t quite understand.  Louis and I were the only white people in a lobby full of black people where it was eerily quiet and heavy when we walked in.  Still in a bit of shock, I’m not sure why I didn’t place them with Frank.

But, Louis, having spent many hours and visits in the hospitals with church members, knew what to do.  He introduced himself to the receptionist/guard and we asked for a status update on Frank.  When a short woman beside me, firmly and loudly stated…that’s my son!  What do YOU people want with my SON?!?!?  I quietly and quickly introduced us to her and let her know why we were there.  She quickly responded, Not YOU people!  YOU didn’t help my son!  I assured her that we did and quickly explained again why we decided to come up there.  I gently guided her over to where the others were located, as they looked at us with a bit of distrust.

After praying for some help and wisdom, I calmly introduced myself and Louis.  It was probably helpful that I introduced him as a Reverend!  After learning that they had no knowledge of what happened or if Frank was even alive, we shared with them what we knew….where I lived, the events of the evening, we didn’t see it happen, how we responded, what Frank had said to me, and how he was alive when he was taken to the hospital.  The distrust from the crowd waned a bit.

We just shared that we wanted to be there for anything that they needed.  When one of Frank’s friends said, but you already have done so much.  I explained that we hadn’t done all that much, but that Jesus had done it all.  We also stated that we were there to be with them and pray with them.  Whatever they needed.  When another friend said, so what are we waiting on…let’s pray…as he stuck both hands out to grab the hands of those around him.  Louis led us in prayer for the family, the doctors and medical staff, for Frank, etc.

Although it often felt awkward for them…and for us, Louis and I continued to hang out with Friends and Family for another hour or so before going back to my house.  Some might call it the gift of being present.

Louis and I were up rather late that night…processing, chillin’, decompressing.  I am sooo very thankful for the many many prayers that were offered up for us and for Frank and his family during this time.  I don’t know for sure WHAT Frank was doing that night or WHY someone wanted to shoot him.  I can assume that it was a robbery…but it wasn’t.  He still had everything on him that a robber would want.  And…based on my extensive (HA!) experience, I don’t think a robber would shoot him 9 times!  I can’t help but think it was personal.  We could all probably guess and probably won’t be far off from the truth.  Whatever it was.  I still don’t need to know.

What I DO know is that my God is in control and He loves us more than we can EVER imagine!  I do know that…

…my mom and her friends were regularly praying for me (since January 2007)

….the Lord had introduced Louis and me a month before  (not in July 2007) for a reason.

…my heart had changed that Saturday night for a reason.

…Louis and I were home and cooked out on the grill that night (instead of going out)

…Louis wasn’t outside when the shoot occurred

…the kids were dropped off early from youth group and they weren’t outside

….Louis remembered to cut the grill off

…we were NOT going up the inside steps

for a reason.  There were soooo many things that the Lord did to protect us and to prepare us for “such a time as this”.  All this was done, so that we could be there when Frank got shot.  Remember…no one else responded.  He would have been left to die that night on the street beside my house.  That’s what I used to tell Frank ALL THE TIME…God loves him SOOO much that He did all of this AND MORE.  We had been there…as the feet of Jesus.  Nothing more…nothing less.

I had prayed a year before for the other ½ of my pair…in ministry to Southern Barton Heights.  And God had heard and had answered…in HIS time…His perfect time.

Louis and I have been in the ministry business together ever since!

TO GOD BE THE GLORY!!!


The Word Became Flesh…

If you missed the last 2 posts…Change of Heart….Just in Time (3.18) and MGV – Barton and Roberts (3.19), you may want to read those first!

After reeling off my medical information, Louis was released from his job as first aid provider before I was.  He went to check on the kids.  I reminded him of the meat on the grill…which he had already thought of while on his way out of the house earlier.  (See how the Holy Spirit guided us through it all?!?!?)  It was funny when the paramedics asked if I was a nurse and I told them No…I got my medical training watching Marcus Welby and Medical Center as a child and ER as an adult.  My extensive medical expertise must have given it away.  🙂  I was finally released from my position and the paramedics took him away (it took 3 men to lift him on the gurney…as Frank was not a little guy!).

inside bullet hole at bottom of the stairs

Although the detectives wanted to speak to me right away, I was allowed to go inside and change my clothes.  When I entered into the house to head up the steps, I had a surprise waiting on me….a bullet hole under the window at the bottom of the steps.  Yes, a stray bullet came inside the house.  I am soo thankful that no one was climbing the steps at that time!!!  So now…we have experienced a little Law and Order, some ER and now we have CSI goin’ on.

While sitting at the dining room table talking to the detectives, I heard some wailing, screaming and crying outside.  I wanted to desperately go and console whoever it was, but needed to give my account of what had happened.  Later, I learned that it was Frank’s mom.

Nichelle, my neighbor and true sister, came over and sat with us on the front porch.  I am grateful for Nichelle, as she brought a peace along with her.  I called a few prayer warriors to cover us during this time. Although I left out a few of the details, I, surprisingly, called my mom as well and told her what was going on so that she could pray.  I was worried that it would make the news and didn’t want her to see it there.  But, I also didn’t want her to worry.

bullet hole from outside

After everyone was gone and it’s about 11:30pm, Louis and I finally get to eat our dinner…while standing up at the kitchen counter…eating our pork tenderloin with onions with our fingers.  You could tell the adrenaline was pumpin’!  This is when we both agreed that we HAD to go to the hospital.  So, Louis and I venture up to MCV.  If that was my brother, son, friend, husband, boyfriend…I would want to know what we knew.bullet hole from outside

It is in the Gateway Building of MCV that our relationship truly started to develop.  This is a story of racial reconciliation, a story of grace and mercy, a story of faith….

This true account is what gives me my life…and mission….scripture….

The Word became flesh…and moved into the neighborhood.

John 1:14 MSG  Holy Bible