Updates from March, 2007 Toggle Comment Threads | Keyboard Shortcuts

  • Mark 8:06 am on March 24, 2007 Permalink | Reply  

    Urban Immersion Reflections 4 of 4 

    One week after our Urban Immersion and I am coming to a close on my reflections on our experiences. It was an amazing time – we met so many incredible God-ambassadors, each with a story that could fill volumes. I wrote these posts in order to give you all (and remind myself years later) of the creativity in God’s imagination throughout this generation. I remember when all Christians did was “go to church”. Now it seems that with God on our side, there is nothing we can’t do!

    storehouse.jpgAfter a clumsy and slow morning (we needed it after our late night on the streets!) we headed out to the north side of Austin, TX to the Storehouse. There we met Tim Abels, a Dell executive and passionate follower of Jesus Christ. He is actually the brother of Jay Abels, a man I met on my first short term mission trip down in Buenos Aires, Argentina!

    When we arrived, all I can say is that we were a little apprehensive. We saw the outdoor sign and thought (great, I hope we don’t get stuck here for too long). I thought this would be another conscience-wipe for rich, guilty Christians. But I had heard the stories – that Tim and a few guys had started in his garage just giving things away to those who really needed them, and through a huge influx of donations have had to open up a 40,000 sq. ft. facility to hold all that they do there!

    Walking in was like walking into many other thrift stores – clothes, furniture, old toys, and dismembered paperbacks filled the large open room that greets you as you walk in. It felt just like any other Goodwill, except you saw an occasional cross here or there. The prices I noticed were better than other thrift stores, but I had been told that it was FREE to anyone who needed it – what gives with the prices?

    We sat down in a big back room, in a big circle with Tim, Jared Abels (another friend I continually find myself bumping into, and wonder what God has in store for our friendship), and a whole host of others who volunteer at the Storehouse. I was immediately struck at the diversity of people in the room – white, Mexican, Filipino, a deaf and blind man, old, young…they all were working on this dream together.

    Tim began by sharing the vision – they want to be a presence of the Gospel to people who are in need and an hub for churches to work together through. And they do! We heard each volunteer mention a different church that they were a part of, and yet you could hear that those in the circle had become a church all their own!

    The Storehouse provides a food pantry, ESL (English as a Second Language) training courses, finance courses, counseling, life skills training, a free medical clinic, disaster relief, job training (interviewing skills, etc), free worship space for new churches, housing (the police have a key to their building, and bring in victims of abuse during late-night emergencies), mentoring, work for those with disabilities, dental clinics, bible distribution, and of course a free thrift store.

    “But how is it free?” I kept asking. Finally I got my answer. In crisis situations, people can come to the storehouse and take whatever they need without cost (take for example, a single mom has to leave an abusive dad, but has no furniture, clothes, cooking supplies, etc). She comes to the Storehouse, stays for a day or two. Counselors take on immediate emotional and spiritual traumas, while volunteer job consultants begin helping them find work if need be. Professional doctors come in to offer free medical help and examinations to the family and tend to their wounds. They are given financial counseling and prayed over by Christ-followers who believe that he is able to overcome any obstacle for them.

    Then after they have gotten a place to live, the single mom is given a temporary job working at the Storehouse, earning “credit dollars” to buy more essentials for her new home away from the abusive man, who is not told where to find them. She makes $10 of credit each hour and at the end of the day can take home whatever she thinks she needs for her children, who have been at the Storehouse daycare. Over time, our single mom becomes attached to her new family at the Storehouse, and they share with her the Great News about Jesus Christ. She knows that Christ is among them there, and is baptized into a new life of love with a family she is already getting to know.

    This is happening hundreds of times every year at the Storehouse! What is more amazing is that the volunteers simply can’t stop talking about all that God is doing! It just seemed that each person’s gift was being used in a way that was absolutely necessary to seeing the whole thing happen! From the precision of medical instruments to sorting hangers, everyone had a job to do. In a lot of ways it gave me a picture of what Ephesians 4 actually looks like:

    “Out of the generosity of Christ, each of us is given his own gift…He handed out gifts of apostle, prophet, evangelist, and pastor-teacher to train Christians in skilled servant work, working within Christ’s body, the church, until we’re all moving rhythmically and easily with each other, efficient and graceful in response to God’s Son, fully mature adults, fully developed within and without, fully alive like Christ”

    I think what I found most encouraging about the Storehouse was that it was a body that was “moving rhythmically” and in response to God’s Son, “fully developed within and without”. Not many churches are like this – if they do have a food pantry, people attend out of a need to serve their guilty conscience, not because they want to see people holistically redeemed.

    Trina and I were left wondering what it might be like to see a Storehouse like this in Chicago – and what part we might have to play there…

    Share
     
  • Mark 8:17 am on March 22, 2007 Permalink | Reply  

    Urban Immersion Reflections 3 of 4 

    dsc03420.jpgOur heads were already spinning as we experienced the contrast between scenic, peaceful world of rock climbing and camping the night before and the multi-ethnic, cultural phenomenon of UT’s campus. But Friday night our “Urban Immersion” would put us right in the middle of South by Southwest (SXSW) Music Festival!

    But before we hit the streets, we met Kester Smith and his family for dinner. They are planting a church in downtown Austin for those without hope (Immanuel Austin Community). While he is a pastor of a church, he also works for Book People, a huge bookstore that attracts a pretty diverse crowd right off of 6th St. To these people he’s sort of seen as the “token Christian guy” since he’s the only one working there AND is a kindhearted guy who shares his thoughts. Co-workers pick his brain to try to figure this whole Christian thing out – I’m glad he’s God’s ambassador to those people.

    As the sun set, we said goodbye to Kester and headed out in pairs onto 6th St, the main hub of SXSW. The only thing that outnumbered the bars were the people traipsing up and down the streets.  Katrina and I were together, and for the next several hours our “assignment” (good ole’ Kent, always finding moments for teaching and learning…) was to keep our eyes open to what God wanted to show us, and to try to have some meaningful conversations with people.

    Well, Trina and I knew that last bit was going to be difficult the moment we walked into the first bar. The music was so blaringly loud that there was no way we could hold a conversation AT ALL much less delve into the mysteries of the universe.

    We walked out the back door of the bar and into a filthy alleyway. The underbelly of 6th St. It was here that we began to see what God wanted to show us. Learning to see with God’s eyes is a little like trying to figure out one of those “Magic Eye” comic strips.

    At first all you see is trash and darkness. You want to get out of there as fast as possible. You feel threatened by the darkness. But soon your eyes “adjust” and you begin to remember who you are, and whose you are. Your vision comes to you and you begin to see a couple over in a corner making out, and the man looks like he’s taking advantage of an uncertain woman.

    A few drunken rich college-aged students are stumbling around the corner, working hard to forget the pain that they carry around with them. We saw a woman digging through the trash with great focus and intensity, looking for aluminum cans (what for, we don’t know), and shooting harried glances up at passers by.

    dsc04866.jpg

    Our eyes began to see things everywhere that it seemed were at first invisible to us. We began to see the pain, the loneliness, and the abandonment…(and even unrestrained joy) of the entire mob of 6th St. It was unnerving.

    Katrina said she was glad to have gone, saying that she would have stuck to a safe, quiet pub somewhere and just people watched. I personally get really energized by entering into unknown situations where I am completely disoriented. I just pay attention more in unfamiliar situations – and therefore pay attention to what God is doing in a bigger way.

    I enjoyed my time out on 6th Street, I met some amazing people with incredible stories (or maybe it just sounded more incredible since they were screaming their stories to me over 30′ speakers). SXSW is a community well in many ways, and I believe Jesus Christ focused in on community wells, meeting women (and men) who needed life-giving water. I pray for more “training” from the Lord at community wells in my everyday life, and training in keeping my eyes open.

    Share
     
  • Mark 8:15 am on March 20, 2007 Permalink | Reply  

    Urban Immersion Reflections 2 of 4 

    dsc04853.jpgWe left the Dale’s after some pizza and a refreshing shower and made our way toward downtown Austin. We were headed to meet Justin Christopher and Jeremy Story with Campus Renewal Ministries.

    It all began when Justin was a student at the University of Texas and hated the idea that everyone back home just expected him to “survive” as a Christian on “that pagan campus”. (I guess UT around here is known as a pretty evil place.)But he wanted to do more than just survive, he wanted to be with God as he took back the souls that he loved so much! So Justin and a group of friends began praying. After they all graduated, Justin kept praying, and soon others began to join him. He became a campus minister for the Baptist Student Center, but his goal was far beyond incubating the Baptist kids who walked through the door. He called on every campus minister asking them to join him in prayer each morning for the UT campus, (as opposed to praying for MY ministry as some prayer meetings devolve into, or praying for my second cousin’s grandma’s roomate’s big toe).

    While unity of these ministers was not easy at first, he promised that there would be no agenda except what God revealed to them during their prayers. For the last 15 or so years, it has been just that!

    They have come to accept that many students on campus need something more than a weekly worship experience to fully embrace the Christ-life, so they have begun to plant little authentic faith communities (AFC) all across the campus.

    But they aren’t doing this haphazardly – they’ve done their homework, and it seems that there are about 1000 people groups on UT’s campus (everything from fraternities to dorm floors to neo-nazi groups). In the last half a decade, they have seen over 100 AFC’s pop up throughout the campus with each year doubling the number they had in the previous year!dsc04849.jpg

    Each year they see dozens of new baptisms, and they are doing their homework here too. They don’t just want a horizontal convert (Presbyterian Student Group to Church of Christ Student Group or whatever) they want to see true advancement of the Spirit on campus, and they are seeing it!

    Recently they just opened a prayer room just above a sandwich shop on the UT Campus. It was here that we had our discussion. There is an antechamber with lots of couches and snacks, but the real space on the loft was a room sectioned off to the left – it had bean bags circled up, a piano, a bongo drum, prayers written all over the walls, and a sign up board for 24/7 prayer. They wanted to see the whole campus soaked in prayer every hour of the day. Amazing.

    And it all started with prayer. A prayer movement always precedes a church planting movement.  This is an example of the whole harvest force prayerfully engaging and seeking after the whole harvest field that they have been placed in.  I am thankful to Father for Campus Renewal Ministries!

    Next up we’ll talk about our time on 6th street and a man with a master’s degree getting paid minimum wage (?) to be a missionary.

    Share
     
c
compose new post
j
next post/next comment
k
previous post/previous comment
r
reply
e
edit
o
show/hide comments
t
go to top
l
go to login
h
show/hide help
esc
cancel