Yesterday was the famed “Thunder Over Louisville.” For those who don’t know, this is the largest annual air show and fireworks extravaganza in the nation. Somewhere around 700,000 people attended this year. I was working at Jeff. St. that Saturday morning and many of our homeless guests would stop and chat with me about it. One guy made the comment that his favorite part is that he can carry his bag around and not look homeless. That’s because everyone and their brother is carrying their junk to and from the massive shindig.
That small comment got me thinking about the fact that the emotional and social aspects of homelessness can be just as distressing as the physical aspect. The shame and humiliation from being labeled “homeless” can rob people of their dignity. As Christians, we must realize that being created in the image of God Almighty gives every person inherent dignity. Thus we must strive to treat each other accordingly
Something I’ve struggled with at times is how to make my homeless friends feel comfortable when we take them to church. Commonly when they meet new people some basic questions arise: “How do you know these guys?” “What do you do for a living?” “Where do you live?” For many homeless folks answering those questions is probably more painful than some of their physical strains.
Think of your response when you see someone you suspect to be homeless. For most people, the natural response is to look away or just find a way to ignore them. How do you think that makes a person feel? They must wonder, why are they so afraid of me? What is wrong with me? How terrible it must feel to be continually treated like a second-class citizen . . . or even worse.
The foolish, the weak, the lowly, and the despised . . . are these descriptions of the homeless? Maybe. But according to Paul (1 Corinthians 1:27-29), these are descriptions of the type of people the Lord has called. So maybe we’ve got more in common with the homeless than we think.
April 20, 2009
April 11, 2009
I'm a prideful punk
On Friday nights, our routine is to have a couple residents over for dinner. Tonight one of the guys, Bart, was a newcomer to Jeff. St. He’s still figuring everything out, including who Matt and I are.
We tried to explain that we are both staff and residents. We tried to explain that we are in the HOPE program and he is in the Fresh Start program. Bart was wondering if the HOPE program might be a better fit for him. A major reason for that may be that our apartment makes the average resident’s room look like a broom closet.
But this discussion caused me to feel a sense of pride and superiority. Part of me wanted to say, “Look, the Fresh Start program is for guys with mental illness and substance abuse problems. The HOPE program is for good Christian folks who want to help those messed-up people.” In other words, “You can’t be in our program because you’ve got too many problems.”
Although I didn’t say any of that, I’m terribly ashamed that this arrogant attitude raised its ugly head. The reality is I am a sinner, just like everyone else. And I don’t just say that because the Bible says so. I witness my own sinfulness every single day (my pride, for example). I’ve got very serious problems and am in need of serious help. Brennan Manning puts it this way, “To be alive is to be broken, and to be broken is to stand in need of grace. Honesty keeps us in touch with our neediness and the truth that we are saved sinners.”
The fact that I do find myself in the blessed position of being able to help others is only by the grace of God. “By the grace of God I am what I am” (1 Corinthians 15:10). I thank God for that. Yet, I cannot forget that I am in need of help as well. I pray I don’t forget this lesson on humility.
We tried to explain that we are both staff and residents. We tried to explain that we are in the HOPE program and he is in the Fresh Start program. Bart was wondering if the HOPE program might be a better fit for him. A major reason for that may be that our apartment makes the average resident’s room look like a broom closet.
But this discussion caused me to feel a sense of pride and superiority. Part of me wanted to say, “Look, the Fresh Start program is for guys with mental illness and substance abuse problems. The HOPE program is for good Christian folks who want to help those messed-up people.” In other words, “You can’t be in our program because you’ve got too many problems.”
Although I didn’t say any of that, I’m terribly ashamed that this arrogant attitude raised its ugly head. The reality is I am a sinner, just like everyone else. And I don’t just say that because the Bible says so. I witness my own sinfulness every single day (my pride, for example). I’ve got very serious problems and am in need of serious help. Brennan Manning puts it this way, “To be alive is to be broken, and to be broken is to stand in need of grace. Honesty keeps us in touch with our neediness and the truth that we are saved sinners.”
The fact that I do find myself in the blessed position of being able to help others is only by the grace of God. “By the grace of God I am what I am” (1 Corinthians 15:10). I thank God for that. Yet, I cannot forget that I am in need of help as well. I pray I don’t forget this lesson on humility.
April 5, 2009
April Newsletter
Greetings friends and family!
While working the various stations in the Day Shelter, we have the opportunity to converse and build relationships with our homeless guests. That’s the goal anyway. Sometimes I don’t feel like it. Sometimes I don’t want to give my time and energy to delve into their lives and listen to their stories. But sometimes it doesn’t matter what I want to do; folks open up anyway.
Recently, a middle-aged homeless lady, who I didn’t know very well, stopped by the front desk. I asked the polite, yet insincere question, “How you doing?” She replied, “Doing well today. At least I’m not sick. But I will be tomorrow.” I was puzzled by her statement and asked what she meant. I learned that she has cancer and was going to another chemotherapy session the next day. Homeless with cancer – how’s that for a combination? She continued to tell me that she was “ready to go, if He’d just take me” – meaning she was ready to die. We talked briefly about her faith in God and I told her I’d be praying for her.
Another day this week, a young man about my age told me that he was having suicidal thoughts. Besides his grinding homeless lifestyle and his frustrating inability to find a job, he now has a court date looming. He is losing hope. I tried to encourage him with the Gospel, as he is also a believer. I told him, as well, that I’d be praying for him.
As I was typing this up, one of our residents was hanging out in our apartment. At one point he interrupted me to share about his bad day and some issues that were stressing him out. I was again in a position to either show genuine concern or give the minimal response so I could get on with what I really wanted and needed to do.
What I’m getting at by sharing these three snippets is the fact that, probably more than any other time in my life, I’m in a position to respond to people in severe need. So my options are: to not respond at all, to respond robotically, or to respond with genuine care and compassion. This is one of the greatest struggles I have in living, working, and ministering here at Jeff. St.: caring about people.
In a recent prayer service, a pastor reminded us that we should not respond to people’s distressing circumstances with callous indifference. His words, “callous indifference,” have stuck with me. I fear that my time at Jeff. St. is wearing my heart callous and indifferent towards other’s pain.
No matter what our occupation, if we do it for long enough, it can loose its luster. Over time, we can become robotic and mechanical in our activities. If we are working on an assembly line or are doing accounting, that might not be a big problem. But when we are supposed to be ministering to people, particularly hurting and needy people, that’s a big problem.
We’ve been here over six months now, and the honeymoon is long gone. In many ways, what we do is not as easy or enjoyable as it once was. But I must remind myself that I didn’t come here to live a life of ease and enjoyment. More importantly, as Christians, we are not called to a life of ease and enjoyment. Instead, the Christian life is a life of hardship (2 Timothy 2:3) and sacrifice (Romans 12:1). Thus we are called to perseverance and humility. Perseverance: because life’s not always rainbows and butterflies. Humility: because life’s not all about us.
What's more, our perseverance must be of a particular sort. Our perseverance is not simply a mechanical continuation of the daily tasks that are required of us. Our perseverance must be a constancy of love. So I must love like my Father, whose love endures forever (Psalm 136).
• Please continue to pray for our homeless friends as they endure the harshness of their lifestyle.
• Please pray that the Lord would give us the perseverance, humility, and love that we need to minister to our homeless friends.
While working the various stations in the Day Shelter, we have the opportunity to converse and build relationships with our homeless guests. That’s the goal anyway. Sometimes I don’t feel like it. Sometimes I don’t want to give my time and energy to delve into their lives and listen to their stories. But sometimes it doesn’t matter what I want to do; folks open up anyway.
Recently, a middle-aged homeless lady, who I didn’t know very well, stopped by the front desk. I asked the polite, yet insincere question, “How you doing?” She replied, “Doing well today. At least I’m not sick. But I will be tomorrow.” I was puzzled by her statement and asked what she meant. I learned that she has cancer and was going to another chemotherapy session the next day. Homeless with cancer – how’s that for a combination? She continued to tell me that she was “ready to go, if He’d just take me” – meaning she was ready to die. We talked briefly about her faith in God and I told her I’d be praying for her.
Another day this week, a young man about my age told me that he was having suicidal thoughts. Besides his grinding homeless lifestyle and his frustrating inability to find a job, he now has a court date looming. He is losing hope. I tried to encourage him with the Gospel, as he is also a believer. I told him, as well, that I’d be praying for him.
As I was typing this up, one of our residents was hanging out in our apartment. At one point he interrupted me to share about his bad day and some issues that were stressing him out. I was again in a position to either show genuine concern or give the minimal response so I could get on with what I really wanted and needed to do.
What I’m getting at by sharing these three snippets is the fact that, probably more than any other time in my life, I’m in a position to respond to people in severe need. So my options are: to not respond at all, to respond robotically, or to respond with genuine care and compassion. This is one of the greatest struggles I have in living, working, and ministering here at Jeff. St.: caring about people.
In a recent prayer service, a pastor reminded us that we should not respond to people’s distressing circumstances with callous indifference. His words, “callous indifference,” have stuck with me. I fear that my time at Jeff. St. is wearing my heart callous and indifferent towards other’s pain.
No matter what our occupation, if we do it for long enough, it can loose its luster. Over time, we can become robotic and mechanical in our activities. If we are working on an assembly line or are doing accounting, that might not be a big problem. But when we are supposed to be ministering to people, particularly hurting and needy people, that’s a big problem.
We’ve been here over six months now, and the honeymoon is long gone. In many ways, what we do is not as easy or enjoyable as it once was. But I must remind myself that I didn’t come here to live a life of ease and enjoyment. More importantly, as Christians, we are not called to a life of ease and enjoyment. Instead, the Christian life is a life of hardship (2 Timothy 2:3) and sacrifice (Romans 12:1). Thus we are called to perseverance and humility. Perseverance: because life’s not always rainbows and butterflies. Humility: because life’s not all about us.
What's more, our perseverance must be of a particular sort. Our perseverance is not simply a mechanical continuation of the daily tasks that are required of us. Our perseverance must be a constancy of love. So I must love like my Father, whose love endures forever (Psalm 136).
• Please continue to pray for our homeless friends as they endure the harshness of their lifestyle.
• Please pray that the Lord would give us the perseverance, humility, and love that we need to minister to our homeless friends.
March 30, 2009
Spring Break
Some of my friends have given me some jabs because I’m 30 and I’ve recently been on Spring Break . . . as if we are supposed to outgrow Spring Break. Well as they say, 30 is the new 20.
But I have put some thought into the idea that Spring Break is a special privilege. Many professionals don’t have the luxury of a Spring Break. But closer to home, in our Jeff. Street context, there is no Spring Break from homelessness. There are no funds to travel wherever one fancies. For many there is no loving and welcoming family to return to. There is simply no time off. Homelessness is relentless.
Taking showers with strangers in shelters. Walking everywhere in all conditions. Having to rely on handouts for food. Enduring hours of utter boredom. Worrying about theft, violence, and rape. Worrying about the future, if able to think beyond today. Life on the streets is both physically and emotionally draining. It is degrading and dehumanizing. And I thought I needed a break.
So it’s true after all, I really am fortunate to have a Spring Break as a 30-year-old. And even more than that, I’m blessed to have a fulfilling pursuit from which to take a break and a stable lifestyle to which I can return.
But I have put some thought into the idea that Spring Break is a special privilege. Many professionals don’t have the luxury of a Spring Break. But closer to home, in our Jeff. Street context, there is no Spring Break from homelessness. There are no funds to travel wherever one fancies. For many there is no loving and welcoming family to return to. There is simply no time off. Homelessness is relentless.
Taking showers with strangers in shelters. Walking everywhere in all conditions. Having to rely on handouts for food. Enduring hours of utter boredom. Worrying about theft, violence, and rape. Worrying about the future, if able to think beyond today. Life on the streets is both physically and emotionally draining. It is degrading and dehumanizing. And I thought I needed a break.
So it’s true after all, I really am fortunate to have a Spring Break as a 30-year-old. And even more than that, I’m blessed to have a fulfilling pursuit from which to take a break and a stable lifestyle to which I can return.
March 9, 2009
While we have Opportunity
Sam is moving out in the next couple days. He is one of my best friends among the residents. I’ve shared in the past that a resident leaving us brings mixed emotions. Granted, I would not really like for any of my friends to live the rest of their life here at Jeff. Street. It’s a good place, but the idea is that we help people to move on to something better. So I’m sad that Sam is moving out, but I’m happy that he has the opportunity to get his own place. Fortunately we now have the type of relationship that I can call him up and continue to hang out, go to church, and stay connected.
Probably the biggest struggle I’m having is the nagging question, “Have I made the most of my time with Sam?” I must honestly answer “no,” but isn’t that nearly always the case. Certainly we have built a relationship. For a while now we’ve tried to do a weekly Bible study together. Sam went to church with us a couple times. We had many chats over dinner down in the cafeteria. We are friends.
But despite all this, I ask myself, “How much did I challenge him? How much did I encourage him? How much did I show Sam God’s love and share with him God’s truth?” My answer is, simply, “not enough.” Some of you may think I’m being too hard on myself, but I know I’ve missed opportunities with Sam and others.
We all need to heed Paul’s words, “So then, while we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, and especially to those who are of the household of the faith” (Galatians 6:10). Because every opportunity eventually runs out.
Probably the biggest struggle I’m having is the nagging question, “Have I made the most of my time with Sam?” I must honestly answer “no,” but isn’t that nearly always the case. Certainly we have built a relationship. For a while now we’ve tried to do a weekly Bible study together. Sam went to church with us a couple times. We had many chats over dinner down in the cafeteria. We are friends.
But despite all this, I ask myself, “How much did I challenge him? How much did I encourage him? How much did I show Sam God’s love and share with him God’s truth?” My answer is, simply, “not enough.” Some of you may think I’m being too hard on myself, but I know I’ve missed opportunities with Sam and others.
We all need to heed Paul’s words, “So then, while we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, and especially to those who are of the household of the faith” (Galatians 6:10). Because every opportunity eventually runs out.
March 1, 2009
March newsletter
Greetings friends and family!
My homeless friend, Ernest, is an atheist. He’s the type of atheist who is quite proud of his sophisticated, scientific worldview. He denies all things supernatural, including God. I would also say he is one the more intelligent of our Day Shelter guests. Although he earned more college credits than I did, he never actually received a degree. He is also very well read on the topic of religion, claiming to have read over 300 books on the subject. Nearly every time he comes in, I ask him what he’s been reading. Most of it is stuff I’d be far too intimidated to read, so I just raise my eyebrows, nod my head, and say, “Interesting.” Despite our differences, we’ve had some good discussions about God, faith, and life.
A few months ago, Ernest promised me that he would go to church with us sometime. Why? I’m not sure. I’d occasionally remind him of his promise but I didn’t really expect him to follow through. Then one Sunday, I was pleasantly surprised. Ernest went to church and afterwards claimed to have had a pleasant experience. During our half-hour walk to and from church, Ernest and I had good conversation about his belief in science - my faith in God, his drunkenness - my abstinence, his brief stint as a professional wrestler (yeah, really) - my time as a missionary in Africa, and much more. Although it is hard for us to find common ground, we are each interested in the other’s perspectives. We are definitely an odd couple, yet we get along well.
I continued to wonder what would cause a staunch atheist to go to church. Maybe he wanted to better understand where I was coming from? But he has a church background himself. Perhaps he wanted to find some more reasons to reject our faith? It seems he has plenty of reasons already. Recently I decided simply to ask Ernest, “Why would an atheist like you go to church with a guy like me?” In his typically clever wit he responded, “A better question is ‘why do so many Christians NOT go to church?’” (Touché.) But then, he said more sincerely and matter-of-factly, “I went because you asked me.”
It seems that Ernest went to church simply because we have a relationship. A relationship built on little common ground besides a mutual respect for each other, even a love for each other. More than a couple times Ernest has told me he loves me. At first, I thought maybe he was just being silly or he’d had too much to drink. But more and more I believe he is sincere. It is becoming clear to me that this love and respect is the key to our relationship.
Despite our pleasant relationship, Ernest’s lack of faith in God troubles me. I worry about him. He seems so firm in his beliefs (and doubts) that it will take a miracle from God to change his mind. So that is what I’m praying for.
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This month I will mark my 6th month of service here at Jeff St. I can honestly say it has been a very challenging but wonderful experience thus far. The work can often be mentally and physically draining. I generally feel inadequate for the job. Nevertheless, I know that I am growing and learning a lot. My teammates and the Jeff. St. staff are great role models and have become great friends. The Lord is using them in my life and I feel that He is using me in the lives of our residents and Day Shelter guests.
Thus the second half of my 1-year commitment remains. I pray that the Lord will continue to teach me, grow me, and use me. I pray that he will give me the endurance, wisdom, boldness, and LOVE necessary for the work. Even more than all that, I pray that he will work in the hearts and lives of those to whom we are ministering. I covet your prayers for these requests as well.
Thanks again for all the prayers you’ve lifted up on my behalf and on behalf of my homeless friends. Thanks also to all of you who are making this year of service possible through your financial support. I am truly been blessed by your generosity. God bless!
My homeless friend, Ernest, is an atheist. He’s the type of atheist who is quite proud of his sophisticated, scientific worldview. He denies all things supernatural, including God. I would also say he is one the more intelligent of our Day Shelter guests. Although he earned more college credits than I did, he never actually received a degree. He is also very well read on the topic of religion, claiming to have read over 300 books on the subject. Nearly every time he comes in, I ask him what he’s been reading. Most of it is stuff I’d be far too intimidated to read, so I just raise my eyebrows, nod my head, and say, “Interesting.” Despite our differences, we’ve had some good discussions about God, faith, and life.
A few months ago, Ernest promised me that he would go to church with us sometime. Why? I’m not sure. I’d occasionally remind him of his promise but I didn’t really expect him to follow through. Then one Sunday, I was pleasantly surprised. Ernest went to church and afterwards claimed to have had a pleasant experience. During our half-hour walk to and from church, Ernest and I had good conversation about his belief in science - my faith in God, his drunkenness - my abstinence, his brief stint as a professional wrestler (yeah, really) - my time as a missionary in Africa, and much more. Although it is hard for us to find common ground, we are each interested in the other’s perspectives. We are definitely an odd couple, yet we get along well.
I continued to wonder what would cause a staunch atheist to go to church. Maybe he wanted to better understand where I was coming from? But he has a church background himself. Perhaps he wanted to find some more reasons to reject our faith? It seems he has plenty of reasons already. Recently I decided simply to ask Ernest, “Why would an atheist like you go to church with a guy like me?” In his typically clever wit he responded, “A better question is ‘why do so many Christians NOT go to church?’” (Touché.) But then, he said more sincerely and matter-of-factly, “I went because you asked me.”
It seems that Ernest went to church simply because we have a relationship. A relationship built on little common ground besides a mutual respect for each other, even a love for each other. More than a couple times Ernest has told me he loves me. At first, I thought maybe he was just being silly or he’d had too much to drink. But more and more I believe he is sincere. It is becoming clear to me that this love and respect is the key to our relationship.
Despite our pleasant relationship, Ernest’s lack of faith in God troubles me. I worry about him. He seems so firm in his beliefs (and doubts) that it will take a miracle from God to change his mind. So that is what I’m praying for.
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This month I will mark my 6th month of service here at Jeff St. I can honestly say it has been a very challenging but wonderful experience thus far. The work can often be mentally and physically draining. I generally feel inadequate for the job. Nevertheless, I know that I am growing and learning a lot. My teammates and the Jeff. St. staff are great role models and have become great friends. The Lord is using them in my life and I feel that He is using me in the lives of our residents and Day Shelter guests.
Thus the second half of my 1-year commitment remains. I pray that the Lord will continue to teach me, grow me, and use me. I pray that he will give me the endurance, wisdom, boldness, and LOVE necessary for the work. Even more than all that, I pray that he will work in the hearts and lives of those to whom we are ministering. I covet your prayers for these requests as well.
Thanks again for all the prayers you’ve lifted up on my behalf and on behalf of my homeless friends. Thanks also to all of you who are making this year of service possible through your financial support. I am truly been blessed by your generosity. God bless!
February 15, 2009
Word & Deed
One of the attractions that brought me to Jeff. St. was their focus on ministry in both word and deed. Evangelism and service. Meeting spiritual and physical needs. Too often I have done simply one or the other (and sometimes neither). I am still learning about the importance of doing both whenever possible. Lately I’ve been reading (in “Ministries of Mercy” by pastor/author Tim Keller) about the Biblical impetus to minister in both word and deed.
First of all, our Creator and Example, Jesus Christ was describe as “a prophet mighty in deed and word in the sight of God and all the people” (Luke 24:19). If we are to be followers, imitators of Jesus, then we need to be ministering in both deed and word as He did.
Keller writes, “As Christ came both to speak and to serve, so the church is gifted both to speak and to serve.” He sites 1 Peter 4:11, “Whoever speaks, is to do so as one who is speaking the utterances of God; whoever serves is to do so as one who is serving by the strength which God supplies.” Furthermore, Keller points out that most spiritual gifts can be easily placed into one of two categories: word-gifts and deed-gifts. For example, some word-gifts are evangelism, teaching, and exhortation. Some deed-gifts then are service, giving, and mercy.
The Great Commission (Matthew 28:18-20) is clear: we must teach and make disciples of all nations. The Great Commandment is clear: we must love God and love our neighbor. John tells us how to love: “not in word or with tongue, but in deed and truth” (1 John 3:18). The Scripture is clear: “Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father” (Colossians 3:17).
First of all, our Creator and Example, Jesus Christ was describe as “a prophet mighty in deed and word in the sight of God and all the people” (Luke 24:19). If we are to be followers, imitators of Jesus, then we need to be ministering in both deed and word as He did.
Keller writes, “As Christ came both to speak and to serve, so the church is gifted both to speak and to serve.” He sites 1 Peter 4:11, “Whoever speaks, is to do so as one who is speaking the utterances of God; whoever serves is to do so as one who is serving by the strength which God supplies.” Furthermore, Keller points out that most spiritual gifts can be easily placed into one of two categories: word-gifts and deed-gifts. For example, some word-gifts are evangelism, teaching, and exhortation. Some deed-gifts then are service, giving, and mercy.
The Great Commission (Matthew 28:18-20) is clear: we must teach and make disciples of all nations. The Great Commandment is clear: we must love God and love our neighbor. John tells us how to love: “not in word or with tongue, but in deed and truth” (1 John 3:18). The Scripture is clear: “Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father” (Colossians 3:17).
February 9, 2009
Motivation for Mercy
What should be our motivation for serving the needy? Often, my main motivation is guilt. It is clear to me that I have an abundance of wealth compared to the average human being. I’ve long felt this to be a good enough motivation to “share the wealth” and serve the poor. Though this may not be the worst motivation, I’m learning that there is a better one.
I’m reading a book by Tim Keller called “Ministries of Mercy.” In it he suggests that our main motivation for loving and serving the needy should be God’s mercy and grace towards us. God has saved me and blessed me immeasurably for no reason besides His unconditional love. Likewise we are to pass on that love to others even when, in our eyes, they don’t deserve it. “We love because He first loved us” (1 John 4:19).
Keller quotes from a sermon by B.B. Warfield in which he answers three common objections we have to serving the poor:
“Objection 1. “My money is my own.” Answer: Christ might have said, “My blood is my own, my life is my own” . . . then where should we have been? Objection 2. “The poor are undeserving.” Answer: Christ might have said, “They are wicked rebels . . . shall I lay down my life for these? I will give to the good angels.” But no, he left the ninety-nine, and came after the lost. He gave his blood for the undeserving. Objection 3. “The poor may abuse it.” Answer: Christ might have said the same; yea, with far greater truth. Christ knew that thousands would trample his blood under their feet; that most would despise it; that many would make it an excuse for sinning more; yet he gave his own blood. Oh, my dear Christians! If you would be like Christ, give much, give often, give freely, to the vile and poor, the thankless and the undeserving.”
In 2 Corinthians 8:2, Paul writes about the Macedonian churches: “their abundance of joy and their extreme poverty have overflowed in a wealth of generosity on their part.” Their motivation for generosity was joy from God’s grace, rather than guilt from their prosperity. In fact, the Macedonians were considered extremely poor. Yet due to their joy in the Lord, they “gave according . . . and beyond their means” (v. 3). The love of God is reason for much joy. Likewise, the love of God is a great motivation for serving the needy.
I’m reading a book by Tim Keller called “Ministries of Mercy.” In it he suggests that our main motivation for loving and serving the needy should be God’s mercy and grace towards us. God has saved me and blessed me immeasurably for no reason besides His unconditional love. Likewise we are to pass on that love to others even when, in our eyes, they don’t deserve it. “We love because He first loved us” (1 John 4:19).
Keller quotes from a sermon by B.B. Warfield in which he answers three common objections we have to serving the poor:
“Objection 1. “My money is my own.” Answer: Christ might have said, “My blood is my own, my life is my own” . . . then where should we have been? Objection 2. “The poor are undeserving.” Answer: Christ might have said, “They are wicked rebels . . . shall I lay down my life for these? I will give to the good angels.” But no, he left the ninety-nine, and came after the lost. He gave his blood for the undeserving. Objection 3. “The poor may abuse it.” Answer: Christ might have said the same; yea, with far greater truth. Christ knew that thousands would trample his blood under their feet; that most would despise it; that many would make it an excuse for sinning more; yet he gave his own blood. Oh, my dear Christians! If you would be like Christ, give much, give often, give freely, to the vile and poor, the thankless and the undeserving.”
In 2 Corinthians 8:2, Paul writes about the Macedonian churches: “their abundance of joy and their extreme poverty have overflowed in a wealth of generosity on their part.” Their motivation for generosity was joy from God’s grace, rather than guilt from their prosperity. In fact, the Macedonians were considered extremely poor. Yet due to their joy in the Lord, they “gave according . . . and beyond their means” (v. 3). The love of God is reason for much joy. Likewise, the love of God is a great motivation for serving the needy.
February 1, 2009
February newsletter
Since coming to serve here at Jeff St., I have seen firsthand the consequences of substance abuse more than ever before. The lessons seem to be coming all the more frequently in recent days. Some of the victims have been weighing heavily on my heart. I certainly do not mean to reinforce the stereotypes concerning homeless folks: alcoholism, mental illness, laziness, and the rest. Homeless folks are as varied as any other group of people. However, it is true that we see a good number of people who are clearly enslaved and oppressed by alcohol. So I’ll share one recent episode.
One of our newest residents, Carl, was suspended for breaking our no alcohol policy his first night here. A couple nights later he came in anyway asking to get into his room. He was sloppy drunk, having trouble speaking and walking. Due to his suspension we told him he'd have to leave for the night and come back when the proper staff person was available to talk with him. Because of his inebriated state and the fact that the temperature was below freezing, I decided to give him a ride to where he was staying: an abandoned building, or in his words an "abandominium."
On the drive there, Matt and I asked Carl about his life and his addiction. Sadly, he told us he had no plan and no hope. We asked about whether he had tried to get help for his addiction. He said he’d tried but to no avail. We then shared that the only true hope is found in Jesus Christ. Carl told us he doesn't believe in Jesus as God's son, but he does believe in God. I figured that rather than argue with a heavily intoxicated guy about the deity of Christ, it might be more worthwhile to challenge him to pray to God and ask him to reveal the truth to him. We also prayed for him before we dropped him off at his abandominium. He was very appreciative of the ride and our prayers. One of the saddest parts of all this is that Carl seems to be a genuinely kind and pleasant man. His life is simply out of control because of his addiction.
Although I was thankful for the chance to share the Gospel and serve Carl in God’s love, this experience left me with a lingering sadness. When dealing with addicts, sometimes their situation does seem hopeless. It seems there is nothing we can do to help. It seems some are truly stuck in an endless cycle. But I know better. I know that God is the God of hope. I know that He is the great Redeemer. I know that nothing is impossible for God. So with Carl, and other like him, all we can do is serve, love, pray, and then leave the rest in God’s hands.
I’m also learning that I need to be very careful not to judge others’ addictions while ignoring my own. Jesus taught us to take the log out of our own eye before trying to help someone else with the speck in theirs (Matt. 7:15). It seems that most addictions have to do with things that in moderation, or in their proper place, are not harmful. The Bible never condemns wine or beer, but drunkenness. Sex is a gift from God, but outside of the proper confines (marriage) it holds many grave consequences. Even wonderful blessings and necessities like food and sleep can be abused. Other addictions are even more subtle – entertainment, materialism, greed, pride, comfort, etc.
The Apostle Paul wrote, “All things are lawful for me, but not all things are helpful. All things are lawful for me, but I will not be enslaved by anything” (1 Cor. 6:12). Like Carl, I too need to fight, in God’s strength, against the addictions that enslave me. Ultimately, his hope and mine is in Jesus Christ who was sent “to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to set free those who are oppressed” (Luke 4:18).
Please pray for:
• the Lord to move in our lives (mine, Carl’s, and others) to free us from our addictions.
• The Lord to equip us with every good thing to do His will (Hebrews 13:21).
Thanks again for your continued prayers and support of our work here at Jeff. St. You are a blessing to me and to this ministry.
One of our newest residents, Carl, was suspended for breaking our no alcohol policy his first night here. A couple nights later he came in anyway asking to get into his room. He was sloppy drunk, having trouble speaking and walking. Due to his suspension we told him he'd have to leave for the night and come back when the proper staff person was available to talk with him. Because of his inebriated state and the fact that the temperature was below freezing, I decided to give him a ride to where he was staying: an abandoned building, or in his words an "abandominium."
On the drive there, Matt and I asked Carl about his life and his addiction. Sadly, he told us he had no plan and no hope. We asked about whether he had tried to get help for his addiction. He said he’d tried but to no avail. We then shared that the only true hope is found in Jesus Christ. Carl told us he doesn't believe in Jesus as God's son, but he does believe in God. I figured that rather than argue with a heavily intoxicated guy about the deity of Christ, it might be more worthwhile to challenge him to pray to God and ask him to reveal the truth to him. We also prayed for him before we dropped him off at his abandominium. He was very appreciative of the ride and our prayers. One of the saddest parts of all this is that Carl seems to be a genuinely kind and pleasant man. His life is simply out of control because of his addiction.
Although I was thankful for the chance to share the Gospel and serve Carl in God’s love, this experience left me with a lingering sadness. When dealing with addicts, sometimes their situation does seem hopeless. It seems there is nothing we can do to help. It seems some are truly stuck in an endless cycle. But I know better. I know that God is the God of hope. I know that He is the great Redeemer. I know that nothing is impossible for God. So with Carl, and other like him, all we can do is serve, love, pray, and then leave the rest in God’s hands.
I’m also learning that I need to be very careful not to judge others’ addictions while ignoring my own. Jesus taught us to take the log out of our own eye before trying to help someone else with the speck in theirs (Matt. 7:15). It seems that most addictions have to do with things that in moderation, or in their proper place, are not harmful. The Bible never condemns wine or beer, but drunkenness. Sex is a gift from God, but outside of the proper confines (marriage) it holds many grave consequences. Even wonderful blessings and necessities like food and sleep can be abused. Other addictions are even more subtle – entertainment, materialism, greed, pride, comfort, etc.
The Apostle Paul wrote, “All things are lawful for me, but not all things are helpful. All things are lawful for me, but I will not be enslaved by anything” (1 Cor. 6:12). Like Carl, I too need to fight, in God’s strength, against the addictions that enslave me. Ultimately, his hope and mine is in Jesus Christ who was sent “to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to set free those who are oppressed” (Luke 4:18).
Please pray for:
• the Lord to move in our lives (mine, Carl’s, and others) to free us from our addictions.
• The Lord to equip us with every good thing to do His will (Hebrews 13:21).
Thanks again for your continued prayers and support of our work here at Jeff. St. You are a blessing to me and to this ministry.
January 25, 2009
Abandominium
Last night I had one of those interesting experiences that come with living at a homeless shelter. One of our newest residents, Carl, was suspended for breaking our alcohol policy his first night here. Late last night he came in anyway asking to get into his room. He was sloppy drunk, having trouble speaking and walking. Due to his suspension we couldn't let him into his room and told him he'd have to leave. Because of his drunken state and the fact that the temperature was around freezing I decided to give him a ride to where he was staying: an abandoned building, or in his words an "abandominium."
On the drive there, Matt and I asked him about his life and his addiction. He told us he had no plan and no hope. We tried to share that the only true hope is found in Jesus Christ. Carl told us he doesn't believe in Jesus as God's son, but he does believe in God. We challenged him to pray to God and ask him to reveal the truth to him. We also pray for him before we dropped him off at his abandominium. He was very appreciative of the ride and our prayers. I guess the rest is in God's hands.
On the drive there, Matt and I asked him about his life and his addiction. He told us he had no plan and no hope. We tried to share that the only true hope is found in Jesus Christ. Carl told us he doesn't believe in Jesus as God's son, but he does believe in God. We challenged him to pray to God and ask him to reveal the truth to him. We also pray for him before we dropped him off at his abandominium. He was very appreciative of the ride and our prayers. I guess the rest is in God's hands.
January 23, 2009
A new perspective
It might go without saying that living and working at a homeless shelter is giving me a new perspective on a lot of things. This was evidenced during a recent trip to the mall. I went to return a sweater I got for Christmas. I was most delighted to receive the $26 simply for giving back a gift. This caused me to think of some homeless friends who go to great lengths to make a buck. Some begin standing in line at the temp agencies at
I've also started looking at mall employees, none of whose jobs I've ever envied before, as having it pretty well. Many of the folks we serve at
And even my perception of the mall patrons has changed. Somehow I now marvel at how all these folks have the money to spend at these overpriced stores. I now see them, and myself, as privileged. Or maybe I should say blessed. Yes, I am truly blessed. This new perspective helps me to recognize that truth all the more.
January 11, 2009
January newsletter
Greetings friends and family!
Sometimes I feel pretty sure that God chose the wrong man for this job. Serving and ministering to the homeless takes compassion, selflessness, patience, boldness, wisdom, and endurance. Therefore, I don’t qualify. Not even close.
Recently in the Day Shelter I was working at the front desk when a drunk guy named Eddie kept coming around. I was getting annoyed by his drunken behavior. I did not show him compassion, I was not seeking to boldly share God’s truth with him, and my patience was wearing thin. I just wished he’d leave, or go take a nap, or something – so I could peacefully get on with my work. Unexpectedly, Eddie somehow brought up the subject of church. It turns out that we each are a part of the same church community (Sojourn). I was quite shocked. Turns out that Eddie had once been panhandling between services when he met one of the deacons who managed to initiate a relationship with him. Now Eddie is a regular on Sunday mornings. Based on our conversation, it appears to me that he is more than just a church-goer. Our dialogue, in the course of his drunkenness, gave evidence that Eddie is a genuine Christian.
This encounter shamed me and encouraged me all at the same time. I was ashamed because I chose not to bother witnessing to this man because of his inebriated state. I had judged him solely because of his outward appearance and behavior. Yet I was immensely encouraged because even despite my lack of effort, God brought about a meaningful conversation between me and Eddie.
Amy Carmichael, a missionary to India from 1901-1951 (without a furlough), once said, “Don’t imagine that by crossing the sea and landing on a foreign shore and learning a foreign lingo you ‘burst the bonds of outer sin and hatch yourself a cherubim.’” In other words, just because one becomes a missionary, pastor, or whatever type of minister, that doesn’t mean they “have arrived.” Neither does becoming a Christian mean that an alcoholic will automatically and immediately overcome their addiction. Though Eddie seems to believe and trust in the Lord Jesus Christ for his salvation, he apparently still struggles with alcohol. Likewise, though I live and minister in a homeless shelter, I certainly have not gained any special status, nor have I gained any amazing abilities. I’m no cherubim.
The Apostle Paul called himself the least of the apostles and the chief of sinners. He also wrote, “To me, the very least of all saints, this grace was given to preach to the Gentiles the unfathomable riches of Christ” (Eph. 3:18). I definitely can relate to Paul’s sense of inadequacy. On my own, I would certainly fail miserably as a minister. I acknowledge that it truly is only by God’s grace that I am able to do any good here at Jeff. St. By His grace I have many meaningful interactions with people like Eddie.
It was also Paul who wrote, “For consider your calling, brethren, that there were not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble; but God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong . . .” (1 Cor. 1:26-27). When I read this I think, “Maybe God has called the right man after all.”
Please pray for us:
• that the Lord would cause us “to increase and abound in love for one another, and for all people” (1 Thess. 3:12).
• that we would “make known with boldness the mystery of the gospel” (Eph. 6:19).
As always, thanks so much for your prayers and support of our ministry here at Jeff. St. I am blessed to be serving the Lord here.
Sometimes I feel pretty sure that God chose the wrong man for this job. Serving and ministering to the homeless takes compassion, selflessness, patience, boldness, wisdom, and endurance. Therefore, I don’t qualify. Not even close.
Recently in the Day Shelter I was working at the front desk when a drunk guy named Eddie kept coming around. I was getting annoyed by his drunken behavior. I did not show him compassion, I was not seeking to boldly share God’s truth with him, and my patience was wearing thin. I just wished he’d leave, or go take a nap, or something – so I could peacefully get on with my work. Unexpectedly, Eddie somehow brought up the subject of church. It turns out that we each are a part of the same church community (Sojourn). I was quite shocked. Turns out that Eddie had once been panhandling between services when he met one of the deacons who managed to initiate a relationship with him. Now Eddie is a regular on Sunday mornings. Based on our conversation, it appears to me that he is more than just a church-goer. Our dialogue, in the course of his drunkenness, gave evidence that Eddie is a genuine Christian.
This encounter shamed me and encouraged me all at the same time. I was ashamed because I chose not to bother witnessing to this man because of his inebriated state. I had judged him solely because of his outward appearance and behavior. Yet I was immensely encouraged because even despite my lack of effort, God brought about a meaningful conversation between me and Eddie.
Amy Carmichael, a missionary to India from 1901-1951 (without a furlough), once said, “Don’t imagine that by crossing the sea and landing on a foreign shore and learning a foreign lingo you ‘burst the bonds of outer sin and hatch yourself a cherubim.’” In other words, just because one becomes a missionary, pastor, or whatever type of minister, that doesn’t mean they “have arrived.” Neither does becoming a Christian mean that an alcoholic will automatically and immediately overcome their addiction. Though Eddie seems to believe and trust in the Lord Jesus Christ for his salvation, he apparently still struggles with alcohol. Likewise, though I live and minister in a homeless shelter, I certainly have not gained any special status, nor have I gained any amazing abilities. I’m no cherubim.
The Apostle Paul called himself the least of the apostles and the chief of sinners. He also wrote, “To me, the very least of all saints, this grace was given to preach to the Gentiles the unfathomable riches of Christ” (Eph. 3:18). I definitely can relate to Paul’s sense of inadequacy. On my own, I would certainly fail miserably as a minister. I acknowledge that it truly is only by God’s grace that I am able to do any good here at Jeff. St. By His grace I have many meaningful interactions with people like Eddie.
It was also Paul who wrote, “For consider your calling, brethren, that there were not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble; but God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong . . .” (1 Cor. 1:26-27). When I read this I think, “Maybe God has called the right man after all.”
Please pray for us:
• that the Lord would cause us “to increase and abound in love for one another, and for all people” (1 Thess. 3:12).
• that we would “make known with boldness the mystery of the gospel” (Eph. 6:19).
As always, thanks so much for your prayers and support of our ministry here at Jeff. St. I am blessed to be serving the Lord here.
January 4, 2009
The eternal significance of caring
Matthew 25 describes an awesome and terrifying scene. Jesus, the Son of Man, in all His glory, is seated on His throne, surrounded by the angels. From there He separates the people of all nations, “as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats” (vs. 31-33). The separation, of course, is between the righteous - who inherit eternal life in the kingdom of God - and the condemned - who inherit eternal punishment in the eternal fire.
Now I am a firm believer that salvation is through faith and by God’s grace. We don’t earn it and we don’t deserve it. But Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross has bought our deliverance from the eternal punishment that we deserve. Now we need only trust in Him and repent from our sins in order to gain eternal life in His kingdom. That is my understanding of the Gospel. And that is why this passage in Matthew 25 puzzles, and sometimes, scares me.
In this passage, Jesus bases the separation of the righteous and the condemned on how they treated the needy. Those who fed the hungry, welcomed the strangers, clothed the naked, and visited the sick and imprisoned were counted as righteous. Those who neglected the same . . . “went away into eternal punishment” (vs. 46). And what is even scarier, neither the righteous nor the condemned realized the importance of these encounters with the needy.
I have not changed my understanding of salvation based on this passage, but it does raise some vital questions. What is clear to me is that this passage illustrates the weighty importance of caring for the needy. Apparently the giving of drinks, meals, clothes, and visits can be of eternal significance. Some may find this out too late, but we must consider ourselves warned. As Christians, TODAY, we need to consider with extreme seriousness how we are loving our neighbors, especially the needy.
I will close with some words from the Apostle Paul on the subject: “As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy. They are to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, thus storing up treasure for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is truly life” (1 Timothy 6:17-19).
((for those who might be interested, a far from exhaustive list of verses on the importance of caring for the needy: Luke 10:25-27, Proverbs 14:21, 31, Matt. 6:2-4, Proverbs 28:17))
Now I am a firm believer that salvation is through faith and by God’s grace. We don’t earn it and we don’t deserve it. But Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross has bought our deliverance from the eternal punishment that we deserve. Now we need only trust in Him and repent from our sins in order to gain eternal life in His kingdom. That is my understanding of the Gospel. And that is why this passage in Matthew 25 puzzles, and sometimes, scares me.
In this passage, Jesus bases the separation of the righteous and the condemned on how they treated the needy. Those who fed the hungry, welcomed the strangers, clothed the naked, and visited the sick and imprisoned were counted as righteous. Those who neglected the same . . . “went away into eternal punishment” (vs. 46). And what is even scarier, neither the righteous nor the condemned realized the importance of these encounters with the needy.
I have not changed my understanding of salvation based on this passage, but it does raise some vital questions. What is clear to me is that this passage illustrates the weighty importance of caring for the needy. Apparently the giving of drinks, meals, clothes, and visits can be of eternal significance. Some may find this out too late, but we must consider ourselves warned. As Christians, TODAY, we need to consider with extreme seriousness how we are loving our neighbors, especially the needy.
I will close with some words from the Apostle Paul on the subject: “As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy. They are to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, thus storing up treasure for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is truly life” (1 Timothy 6:17-19).
((for those who might be interested, a far from exhaustive list of verses on the importance of caring for the needy: Luke 10:25-27, Proverbs 14:21, 31, Matt. 6:2-4, Proverbs 28:17))
December 21, 2008
Drama, sin, and love
Last weekend we witnessed the most drama concerning our residents since I’ve been here. More than a handful of guys made major mistakes and broke rules, mostly independent of each other. Some gave in to old addictions. One, fresh off receiving forgiveness and mercy regarding a previous rules violation, broke the exact same rule again.
All this drama in one weekend weighed very heavily on those of us who have grown to love these guys. As a result of their actions, I’ve experienced feelings of frustration, anger, sadness, disappointment, and helplessness. I guess part of what made it hard is that most of these guys seemed to be doing pretty well.
This has helped me to realize how truly fragile and volatile the majority of these guys and their situations are. The fact that they live here at Jeff. St. means they almost surely have a history of substance abuse and mental illness. Even when these issues are not obvious, they are still a powerful reality. A reality that is not easily overcome.
I’ve also come to think of my relationships with these guys in contrast to my relationship with God. I’m on level ground with these guys – we’re all sinful people. In contrast, God and I are as far from equal as possible. He is holy and perfect. So if I, as a sinner, can be this disappointed, and frustrated, and upset about these other sinners’ actions, how much more offensive must my sins be to a holy God? But in view of my sin’s great offense, how deep is the Father’s love, mercy, grace, and patience towards me? My goal is to live out these same qualities towards others.
All this drama in one weekend weighed very heavily on those of us who have grown to love these guys. As a result of their actions, I’ve experienced feelings of frustration, anger, sadness, disappointment, and helplessness. I guess part of what made it hard is that most of these guys seemed to be doing pretty well.
This has helped me to realize how truly fragile and volatile the majority of these guys and their situations are. The fact that they live here at Jeff. St. means they almost surely have a history of substance abuse and mental illness. Even when these issues are not obvious, they are still a powerful reality. A reality that is not easily overcome.
I’ve also come to think of my relationships with these guys in contrast to my relationship with God. I’m on level ground with these guys – we’re all sinful people. In contrast, God and I are as far from equal as possible. He is holy and perfect. So if I, as a sinner, can be this disappointed, and frustrated, and upset about these other sinners’ actions, how much more offensive must my sins be to a holy God? But in view of my sin’s great offense, how deep is the Father’s love, mercy, grace, and patience towards me? My goal is to live out these same qualities towards others.
December 14, 2008
an average week
My teammates, Lindsey and Matt, and I have been talking about how our days and weeks seem to run together. We’ve been serving here at Jeff. St. for over 3 months now. In some ways, every day is unique. But in another sense, our lives are very much programmed and cyclical. The repetition of the same activities over and over makes it hard to distinguish one week from another. As a result, I’ve felt like I’ve been in somewhat of a rut lately. Because I find it hard to come up with exceptional happenings, I’ve felt like things weren’t going all that great. I’ve felt like maybe I wasn’t doing what I ought to be doing.
But recently Matt made the wise observation that in comparison to other periods of our lives, even an average week here is pretty remarkable. Maybe I’ve forgotten what my “normal” life is often like. Most of my life, I’ve not been much of a servant. Most of my life, I’ve found it difficult to be a witness on a daily basis. Most of my life, I’ve known I should be doing more, but have not been sure how to go about it.
Since moving into the homeless shelter at Jeff. St., I’ve had the opportunity to serve hundreds of needy people every week. Every week, I have numerous meaningful and God-ordained conversations with these people. Every week, I am a part of a unique community of fascinating guys. Every week, I’m blessed to interact and serve alongside my wonderful teammates and the other Jeff. St. staff. Every week, by His grace, God uses me as His witness and ambassador.
It is truly by God’s grace that I am what I am (1 Corinthians 15:10). It is by His grace that I have the opportunities that I have. It is by His grace and equipping that I do not flub up ever single one of those opportunities. I give God the glory for any good that comes of the ministry He’s given me. I’m so thankful that He’s chosen to give me the opportunity to serve the needy here at Jeff. St. I’m so thankful for another average week.
**FYI: I've got some new Jeff. St. photos up on www.picasaweb.google.com/kerrylspencer. Enjoy!**
But recently Matt made the wise observation that in comparison to other periods of our lives, even an average week here is pretty remarkable. Maybe I’ve forgotten what my “normal” life is often like. Most of my life, I’ve not been much of a servant. Most of my life, I’ve found it difficult to be a witness on a daily basis. Most of my life, I’ve known I should be doing more, but have not been sure how to go about it.
Since moving into the homeless shelter at Jeff. St., I’ve had the opportunity to serve hundreds of needy people every week. Every week, I have numerous meaningful and God-ordained conversations with these people. Every week, I am a part of a unique community of fascinating guys. Every week, I’m blessed to interact and serve alongside my wonderful teammates and the other Jeff. St. staff. Every week, by His grace, God uses me as His witness and ambassador.
It is truly by God’s grace that I am what I am (1 Corinthians 15:10). It is by His grace that I have the opportunities that I have. It is by His grace and equipping that I do not flub up ever single one of those opportunities. I give God the glory for any good that comes of the ministry He’s given me. I’m so thankful that He’s chosen to give me the opportunity to serve the needy here at Jeff. St. I’m so thankful for another average week.
**FYI: I've got some new Jeff. St. photos up on www.picasaweb.google.com/kerrylspencer. Enjoy!**
December 9, 2008
Peace on Earth is a BIG Deal!
Yesterday I had one of those experiences that helps to broaden your worldview. After a great Sunday worship service, several of us decided to try a little hole-in-the-wall Mediterranean place for lunch. Though I’d simply hoped for a tasty gyro and some good fellowship, we all received so much more. The experience didn’t start out so well as there were eight of us and one solitary guy, Abdul, playing the roles of owner, cook, server, and cashier. Possibly feeling a little overwhelmed, as he had other customers as well, Abdul was at the very least unpleasant, if not grumpy. While we were deciding on what to order, I asked where he was from since the décor and his visage indicated he was not American. He told me he was from Palestine. Interesting, I thought. As we waited on the food and discussed Abdul’s bad attitude I made the comment to someone, “You’d be grumpy too if you were a Palestinian.” It was mostly a joke. But I had no idea.
After a great meal, we stacked the dishes and took them back to the kitchen as a kind gesture for our overworked server. Soon after that he came out to chat with us. Somehow, Abdul’s attitude had changed. He asked us where we went to church, where we were from, and how we knew each other. We asked him about his religion (let’s call him a nominal Muslim), his family, and other details of his interesting life. He did most of the talking. He had a lot to say, and a lot to teach young, spoiled Americans like us.
At the age of 6, Abdul began training to be a soldier. In his words, he was being “raised to be a terrorist.” At age 9, he made his first kill. A tank was turning its turret toward his home, so he ran up to the second floor and threw a grenade into the tank’s open hatch, thus saving his family. He asked us what we were doing when we were 6 and 9. Among other things I remember playing with toy guns, knives, and G.I. Joe’s - playing war. He was living war. By sharing his story, Abdul helped us to understand how people might be led to perform terrorist acts (Though not justifying them, for he made clear that he did not consider terrorists to be true Muslims.). He helped us to better appreciate the peaceful lives we’ve so often taken for granted. He helped us to see another perspective.
In the end, with typical Middle Eastern hospitality, Abdul served us free tea and dessert. But that was the least of the gifts our new friend had given us. I look forward to going back to visit with Abdul again. I hope to be able to share something with him as well.
After a great meal, we stacked the dishes and took them back to the kitchen as a kind gesture for our overworked server. Soon after that he came out to chat with us. Somehow, Abdul’s attitude had changed. He asked us where we went to church, where we were from, and how we knew each other. We asked him about his religion (let’s call him a nominal Muslim), his family, and other details of his interesting life. He did most of the talking. He had a lot to say, and a lot to teach young, spoiled Americans like us.
At the age of 6, Abdul began training to be a soldier. In his words, he was being “raised to be a terrorist.” At age 9, he made his first kill. A tank was turning its turret toward his home, so he ran up to the second floor and threw a grenade into the tank’s open hatch, thus saving his family. He asked us what we were doing when we were 6 and 9. Among other things I remember playing with toy guns, knives, and G.I. Joe’s - playing war. He was living war. By sharing his story, Abdul helped us to understand how people might be led to perform terrorist acts (Though not justifying them, for he made clear that he did not consider terrorists to be true Muslims.). He helped us to better appreciate the peaceful lives we’ve so often taken for granted. He helped us to see another perspective.
In the end, with typical Middle Eastern hospitality, Abdul served us free tea and dessert. But that was the least of the gifts our new friend had given us. I look forward to going back to visit with Abdul again. I hope to be able to share something with him as well.
December 1, 2008
December newsletter
Greetings friends and family!
Some ponderings on Thanksgiving:
Traditionally, for me, Thanksgiving has meant family, food, and football (in that order of importance). At our house, generally, the men sit around talking and watching football while the women make the preparations for the great feast in the kitchen. In time, the call is given, someone says the blessing, and the great feast commences. Turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls, and much more . . . we all get so stuffed that we have to put dessert on hold. We then fellowship and watch football a while longer until we find a little more room in our tummies for a sampling of the smorgasbord of desserts. Then the turkey coma ensues. I’ve always loved Thanksgiving because I love my family, I love food, and I love football (in that order).
I spent most of this Thanksgiving Day in a homeless shelter. In many ways, it seemed to be “just another day” for most of our guests. Coffee and cereal for breakfast. Many took showers as usual. Some napped with their heads resting on our cafeteria tables. Just another day . . . except for a big, traditional Thanksgiving meal for lunch. This was our way of trying to make the day special.
I thought a lot about why folks would come here, to Jeff. St., for Thanksgiving. I figure it’s because they don’t have anywhere else to go to enjoy family, food, and football. That saddens me.
On Thanksgiving Day I happened to be the teacher for our daily Bible study. At the end, I asked everyone what they were thankful for. One of our residents responded: “I’m glad I’m not homeless anymore.” Another added, “That God delivered me from drugs and alcohol.” I am not used to these types of responses. By the grace of God, I’ve lived a very privileged and protected life. Hearing testimonies of those who have traveled much more grueling roads has caused me to be thankful that I’ve been blessed with a fairly smooth journey thus far. The Lord has spared me so many trials and tribulations. I am thankful for that. But I am also thankful to serve a God who is a Rescuer, a Redeemer, and a Reconciler (Colossians 1:13-20) for those who struggle and stumble (which certainly includes me). He often allows trials and tribulations to show His love, power, and glory by delivering us from them.
Throughout the day, when asked what they were thankful for, a number of our Day Shelter guests answered, “I’m thankful for just another day of life.” So I’ve been thinking, maybe it is not such a bad thing that Thanksgiving was just another day for many of our guests. Because another day is another day. Each day is a blessing from the Lord. “This is the day which the Lord has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it” (Psalms 118:24).
Nonetheless, it is unfortunate and sad that some folks do not have a family to go to or a home in which to cook a Thanksgiving dinner. But I am very thankful to be a small part of a place that provides services for those folks, even on Thanksgiving Day. Jeff. St. is a place that tries to make “just another day” more manageable and enjoyable. But more than that, Jeff. St. is a group of people who tries to introduce struggling and stumbling people to the God who rescues, redeems, and reconciles. I am truly thankful to be a part of this ministry.
I hope that as we all progress through this Christmas season, we will first of all ponder what it is that we are celebrating – namely, the birth of Jesus, the Messiah. The incarnation of God. But secondly, I hope that we will ponder the plight of those for whom Christmas also will be “just another day.” I hope we will also all seek ways to make this Christmas more meaningful and enjoyable for them.
* Praise God for the staff and ministry of Jefferson Street Baptist Center.
* Praise God for each day that He gives us.
* Please pray for boldness and endurance as we seek to serve in word and deed with the love of Christ.
* Please pray for us to make each day more meaningful for those we serve.
As always, thanks so much for your prayers and support of our ministry here at Jeff. St. God has been so good to us. Merry Christmas!
Some ponderings on Thanksgiving:
Traditionally, for me, Thanksgiving has meant family, food, and football (in that order of importance). At our house, generally, the men sit around talking and watching football while the women make the preparations for the great feast in the kitchen. In time, the call is given, someone says the blessing, and the great feast commences. Turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls, and much more . . . we all get so stuffed that we have to put dessert on hold. We then fellowship and watch football a while longer until we find a little more room in our tummies for a sampling of the smorgasbord of desserts. Then the turkey coma ensues. I’ve always loved Thanksgiving because I love my family, I love food, and I love football (in that order).
I spent most of this Thanksgiving Day in a homeless shelter. In many ways, it seemed to be “just another day” for most of our guests. Coffee and cereal for breakfast. Many took showers as usual. Some napped with their heads resting on our cafeteria tables. Just another day . . . except for a big, traditional Thanksgiving meal for lunch. This was our way of trying to make the day special.
I thought a lot about why folks would come here, to Jeff. St., for Thanksgiving. I figure it’s because they don’t have anywhere else to go to enjoy family, food, and football. That saddens me.
On Thanksgiving Day I happened to be the teacher for our daily Bible study. At the end, I asked everyone what they were thankful for. One of our residents responded: “I’m glad I’m not homeless anymore.” Another added, “That God delivered me from drugs and alcohol.” I am not used to these types of responses. By the grace of God, I’ve lived a very privileged and protected life. Hearing testimonies of those who have traveled much more grueling roads has caused me to be thankful that I’ve been blessed with a fairly smooth journey thus far. The Lord has spared me so many trials and tribulations. I am thankful for that. But I am also thankful to serve a God who is a Rescuer, a Redeemer, and a Reconciler (Colossians 1:13-20) for those who struggle and stumble (which certainly includes me). He often allows trials and tribulations to show His love, power, and glory by delivering us from them.
Throughout the day, when asked what they were thankful for, a number of our Day Shelter guests answered, “I’m thankful for just another day of life.” So I’ve been thinking, maybe it is not such a bad thing that Thanksgiving was just another day for many of our guests. Because another day is another day. Each day is a blessing from the Lord. “This is the day which the Lord has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it” (Psalms 118:24).
Nonetheless, it is unfortunate and sad that some folks do not have a family to go to or a home in which to cook a Thanksgiving dinner. But I am very thankful to be a small part of a place that provides services for those folks, even on Thanksgiving Day. Jeff. St. is a place that tries to make “just another day” more manageable and enjoyable. But more than that, Jeff. St. is a group of people who tries to introduce struggling and stumbling people to the God who rescues, redeems, and reconciles. I am truly thankful to be a part of this ministry.
I hope that as we all progress through this Christmas season, we will first of all ponder what it is that we are celebrating – namely, the birth of Jesus, the Messiah. The incarnation of God. But secondly, I hope that we will ponder the plight of those for whom Christmas also will be “just another day.” I hope we will also all seek ways to make this Christmas more meaningful and enjoyable for them.
* Praise God for the staff and ministry of Jefferson Street Baptist Center.
* Praise God for each day that He gives us.
* Please pray for boldness and endurance as we seek to serve in word and deed with the love of Christ.
* Please pray for us to make each day more meaningful for those we serve.
As always, thanks so much for your prayers and support of our ministry here at Jeff. St. God has been so good to us. Merry Christmas!
November 17, 2008
Lavish Grace
What’s so Amazing about Grace? As part of our HOPE curriculum we recently read Philip Yancey’s book by that title. The book was very encouraging because it helped me to better comprehend God’s truly amazing grace, love, and forgiveness. It was also very challenging because we are called to pass on God’s grace, love, and forgiveness to others.
We are called to pass them on in both word and deed. This is our job as Christ’s ambassadors. I suppose I’ve generally found it easier to explain God’s love/grace/forgiveness than to live them out. However, recently I’ve had a few conversations that have challenged this idea. I am trying to share with people who struggle to comprehend that it is truly by grace and through faith that we are saved.
Work’s based religion is a temptation for all of us, Christians and non-Christians. We want to earn and deserve God’s favor. But the Bible explains that we cannot work hard enough or become good enough to earn or deserve God’s love and forgiveness.
That is where grace comes in: God gives us better than we deserve. In salvation, forgiveness of sins, eternity with God, we are given infinitely better than we deserve. In fact, God gives us “every spiritual blessing” (Ephesians 1:3) when we deserve nothing. That’s what’s so amazing about grace. It is an astonishing gift from the God who is Love. In a world full of sin and evil, it is not surprising that we have a hard time fathoming God’s grace. In some ways, I’m glad it’s hard to fathom. Most great things are.
“In Him (Jesus Christ) we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace which He lavished on us.” (Ephesians 1:7-8)
We are called to pass them on in both word and deed. This is our job as Christ’s ambassadors. I suppose I’ve generally found it easier to explain God’s love/grace/forgiveness than to live them out. However, recently I’ve had a few conversations that have challenged this idea. I am trying to share with people who struggle to comprehend that it is truly by grace and through faith that we are saved.
Work’s based religion is a temptation for all of us, Christians and non-Christians. We want to earn and deserve God’s favor. But the Bible explains that we cannot work hard enough or become good enough to earn or deserve God’s love and forgiveness.
That is where grace comes in: God gives us better than we deserve. In salvation, forgiveness of sins, eternity with God, we are given infinitely better than we deserve. In fact, God gives us “every spiritual blessing” (Ephesians 1:3) when we deserve nothing. That’s what’s so amazing about grace. It is an astonishing gift from the God who is Love. In a world full of sin and evil, it is not surprising that we have a hard time fathoming God’s grace. In some ways, I’m glad it’s hard to fathom. Most great things are.
“In Him (Jesus Christ) we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace which He lavished on us.” (Ephesians 1:7-8)
November 9, 2008
Nobody's perfect // Nobody's worthless
I just had yet another dinner downstairs with our residents. Hot dogs, sauerkraut, and mashed potatoes. I skipped the sauerkraut. I only like the stuff in Germany. But that’s not why I write. I write because I just had yet another moment of taking in the dinner scene, smiling, and thinking to myself, “Could there be a more interesting group of guys to live with?” And by “interesting” I don’t mean weird, intolerable, or obnoxious, as the word is sometimes used.
In case you’ve not heard, I live in a homeless shelter. But this is not just your run-of-the-mill homeless shelter. Virtually all the residents here have a history of mental illness and drug and/or alcohol abuse. Most, if not all, are also formerly homeless. At first glance, these guys might not seem to be the ideal living companions. Ideal? Maybe not. But I would describe most of the guys here as fun, honest, winsome, entertaining, and harmless.
This might surprise you. It surprises me when I think of my initial worries about moving into this situation. Why is it surprising? Stereotypes. Homeless people, drug addicts, and mental patients are not supposed to be good neighbors. That’s what the stereotypes would tell us. But the fact is, every human being is created in the image of God. Therefore, there are indelible qualities of the divine in each of us. Another fact is that every human being is a sinner. Therefore, there are also qualities of wickedness in each of us. So no matter what label we attach to a person, we will find some good and some bad in them. Nobody’s perfect. Nobody’s worthless.
Regardless of this, my experience tells me that I live with a great group of guys. I genuinely love and enjoy them as neighbors. I’m thankful for them. And I’m thankful that stereotypes are not always true.
In case you’ve not heard, I live in a homeless shelter. But this is not just your run-of-the-mill homeless shelter. Virtually all the residents here have a history of mental illness and drug and/or alcohol abuse. Most, if not all, are also formerly homeless. At first glance, these guys might not seem to be the ideal living companions. Ideal? Maybe not. But I would describe most of the guys here as fun, honest, winsome, entertaining, and harmless.
This might surprise you. It surprises me when I think of my initial worries about moving into this situation. Why is it surprising? Stereotypes. Homeless people, drug addicts, and mental patients are not supposed to be good neighbors. That’s what the stereotypes would tell us. But the fact is, every human being is created in the image of God. Therefore, there are indelible qualities of the divine in each of us. Another fact is that every human being is a sinner. Therefore, there are also qualities of wickedness in each of us. So no matter what label we attach to a person, we will find some good and some bad in them. Nobody’s perfect. Nobody’s worthless.
Regardless of this, my experience tells me that I live with a great group of guys. I genuinely love and enjoy them as neighbors. I’m thankful for them. And I’m thankful that stereotypes are not always true.
November 3, 2008
November Newsletter
Greetings Friends and Family!
We are getting busier and busier in the Day Shelter as more folks are trying to escape the cold weather during the day. Only recently, while lying in my warm bed on a cold and windy night, did I let my mind wander: “I wonder where my homeless friends are sleeping tonight . . . “ That was a sad and depressing thought. One statistic claims that 3.5 million people in America will experience homelessness in a given year. How blessed are we who consider shelter a given in life?
Not long ago, Matt and I visited one of our regular Day Shelter guests, Bill, in the hospital. Bill’s a guy who has been very open about his life’s struggles and the fact that he does not know God. Early in our visit, he quickly changed the topic from his physical health to his spiritual condition. As bad as his health was, he realized that his spiritual state was even worse. We began to talk about what he would need to do to “get right with God.” His mindset, coming from a rough upbringing without any Christian influences, was that he needed to clean up his act and do more good deeds in order for God to accept him. We began to share the good news that God does not require our good deeds for salvation. Instead salvation is by grace and through faith and repentance. We shared some scriptures and talked for quite a while on the intricacies of the Gospel.
Eventually the patient on the other side of the room, who appeared to have been watching TV the whole time, pulled back the curtain. My immediate thought was, "this could be really good or really bad." It was really good. By God's providence, Bill's roommate was a retired minister. He told us that he had been listening and that he had some things to say as well. He began to eloquently and powerfully enhance the message we'd been teaching. [At this point I began to feel like I was acting in some cheesy Christian movie in the type of scene that never really happens in real life. But no, this was really happening.] Then the former minister's daughter-in-law, a pastor's wife, arrived and chimed in as well. Bill had a 4-person ministry team to help him understand the Gospel.
Bill was very attentive, soaked it all in. I tried a couple times to push him to formally pray to ask God to save him, which he did not do. At the same time I got the strong sense that God was perfectly orchestrating all of this and that Bill was in fact on the path to salvation. Thus, I decided that we need not rush him. We’ve returned to visit Bill a few more times. Each time we learn of other Christians the Lord had brought across his path to encourage and teach him. Bill has acknowledged God’s divine appointments by saying, “He’s all around me.” Bill is trusting God for his healing and is learning more and more about what it means to follow Christ. Only God knows his heart, but Bill seems to have a newfound Hope, who he is getting to know better and better.
I feel this story of God pursuing Bill is evidence of a lesson that God is reteaching me. The more I learn about God and the Bible and life, the more I come to see that apparent contradictions and paradoxes are actually results of our failure to grasp the complexities of reality. For example, who can understand the Trinity: that God is three, yet one? Or how is it that salvation is by faith, yet good deeds seem to be required as well? And what about our free will and God’s sovereignty? In this same vein, Bill’s story is reminding me that we are responsible to be bold and prepared witnesses, yet it is only by God’s power that our words and actions have any eternal impact. As Paul says in 1 Corinthians 2:1-5, it is not our wisdom or eloquence that will change people’s lives. Instead, it is God’s power.
I’ve been praying, and last time asked you to pray, that I would have boldness and wisdom in my conversations. That’s all well and good, and I’d appreciate you continuing to pray in that way. But lately I’ve been praying more that God would work and make Himself known to the people we share with. Please join me in this prayer.
Some prayer requests:
* Please pray that God would continue to work in Bill’s heart and life (physically and spiritually).
* Please pray that God would work in the hearts and minds of the many others who we minister to here at Jeff. St.
* Please pray that all of us here at Jeff. St. would be a bold and prepared ambassadors for Christ (2 Cor. 5:20).
Thank you so much for your support of me and our ministry here at Jeff. St. Take care and God bless!
We are getting busier and busier in the Day Shelter as more folks are trying to escape the cold weather during the day. Only recently, while lying in my warm bed on a cold and windy night, did I let my mind wander: “I wonder where my homeless friends are sleeping tonight . . . “ That was a sad and depressing thought. One statistic claims that 3.5 million people in America will experience homelessness in a given year. How blessed are we who consider shelter a given in life?
Not long ago, Matt and I visited one of our regular Day Shelter guests, Bill, in the hospital. Bill’s a guy who has been very open about his life’s struggles and the fact that he does not know God. Early in our visit, he quickly changed the topic from his physical health to his spiritual condition. As bad as his health was, he realized that his spiritual state was even worse. We began to talk about what he would need to do to “get right with God.” His mindset, coming from a rough upbringing without any Christian influences, was that he needed to clean up his act and do more good deeds in order for God to accept him. We began to share the good news that God does not require our good deeds for salvation. Instead salvation is by grace and through faith and repentance. We shared some scriptures and talked for quite a while on the intricacies of the Gospel.
Eventually the patient on the other side of the room, who appeared to have been watching TV the whole time, pulled back the curtain. My immediate thought was, "this could be really good or really bad." It was really good. By God's providence, Bill's roommate was a retired minister. He told us that he had been listening and that he had some things to say as well. He began to eloquently and powerfully enhance the message we'd been teaching. [At this point I began to feel like I was acting in some cheesy Christian movie in the type of scene that never really happens in real life. But no, this was really happening.] Then the former minister's daughter-in-law, a pastor's wife, arrived and chimed in as well. Bill had a 4-person ministry team to help him understand the Gospel.
Bill was very attentive, soaked it all in. I tried a couple times to push him to formally pray to ask God to save him, which he did not do. At the same time I got the strong sense that God was perfectly orchestrating all of this and that Bill was in fact on the path to salvation. Thus, I decided that we need not rush him. We’ve returned to visit Bill a few more times. Each time we learn of other Christians the Lord had brought across his path to encourage and teach him. Bill has acknowledged God’s divine appointments by saying, “He’s all around me.” Bill is trusting God for his healing and is learning more and more about what it means to follow Christ. Only God knows his heart, but Bill seems to have a newfound Hope, who he is getting to know better and better.
I feel this story of God pursuing Bill is evidence of a lesson that God is reteaching me. The more I learn about God and the Bible and life, the more I come to see that apparent contradictions and paradoxes are actually results of our failure to grasp the complexities of reality. For example, who can understand the Trinity: that God is three, yet one? Or how is it that salvation is by faith, yet good deeds seem to be required as well? And what about our free will and God’s sovereignty? In this same vein, Bill’s story is reminding me that we are responsible to be bold and prepared witnesses, yet it is only by God’s power that our words and actions have any eternal impact. As Paul says in 1 Corinthians 2:1-5, it is not our wisdom or eloquence that will change people’s lives. Instead, it is God’s power.
I’ve been praying, and last time asked you to pray, that I would have boldness and wisdom in my conversations. That’s all well and good, and I’d appreciate you continuing to pray in that way. But lately I’ve been praying more that God would work and make Himself known to the people we share with. Please join me in this prayer.
Some prayer requests:
* Please pray that God would continue to work in Bill’s heart and life (physically and spiritually).
* Please pray that God would work in the hearts and minds of the many others who we minister to here at Jeff. St.
* Please pray that all of us here at Jeff. St. would be a bold and prepared ambassadors for Christ (2 Cor. 5:20).
Thank you so much for your support of me and our ministry here at Jeff. St. Take care and God bless!
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