Friday, January 29, 2010

rock island lately

The last several weeks, probably close to a month and a half, we haven't had many consistent "worker-outers". From when school started through the beginning of November we had anywhere between 2-7 kids come each Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday morning to workout, eat breakfast and get a ride to school. But, like I said, since November there hasn't been much turnout in the mornings.

That changed this week. During our meal and worship Sunday night two of the boys asked why we hadn't been doing the workouts lately...uuuuuhhhh, we informed them that we are at Cross and Crown each day of work at 8:00 whether they show up or not. They told us they couldn't handle the three day workout plan and we did what any good youth leader would do... we called them weaklings.

We believe we have devised a reasonable plan that now addresses both physical wellness, mixed in with a little bit of spiritual wellness. Workouts are Monday and Wednesdays followed by cereal and smoothie's for breakfast. Tuesdays we have temporarily deemed, "Pray and Play". From 8:00-8:30 the kids can get on the computers, turn on the t.v. and Ron and I make breakfast. This Tuesday we had sausage, biscuits and fruit juice. After the "play" we shut everything down, head upstairs, grab a seat and observe the "pray" aspect.

In years past we have gone through one of the gospels and observed a lot of what Jesus did during his life on earth but this time around we are focusing more on how to pray. The kids that have been around long enough know that prayer is the core of anything that we do. We are trying to get past the idea that you just pray to give thanks for a meal, prayer for a sick relative, pray that the hot girl at school will say "yes", ect.

When the disciples asked Jesus how to pray this is what He told them (according to our simplified version)...

"This is how you should pray: "Father, may your name be honored. May your Kingdom come soon. 3 Give us our food day by day. 4 And forgive us our sins – just as we forgive those who have sinned against us. And don't let us yield to temptation. " - Luke 11:2-4

We are breaking this prayer down and talking about what each sentence really means, in a practical way. This past week we talked about how we can honor God at school, at home, with our friends, with our families. Each of the kids stated a way they will try to honor God this week.

After, "Pray and Play", (yeah, we know the name is bad, we are open to suggestions) we loaded up and headed to school. Check out the top quote from the ride to school and top pic...

Top quote after one of the boys dropped the "N" word in a conversation...

Ron, "Would Martin Luther King call someone the 'n' word?"

Kid 1, "He's not my daddy."

Kid 2, "He did before he was one of those Christian men."

Fair enough.

Top picture... Cereal and milk in a bag

Friday, January 22, 2010

a hot mess


I learned early in my job that the whole inner-city, working in the heart of the city or the "streets", as many would say, requires you to get dirty, from time to time. The primary focus of what we do at Cross and Crown and Rock Island is based on and through relationship. Anytime you are in relationship with someone and really pour into the relationship, things are bound to get messy. The more time you invest with an individual generally leads to deeper relationship, which results in the letting down of walls and/or being real with each other. Then things just get messy.

Well, let's just say this past Tuesday Israel, one of the Rock Island elementary students, and I really broke down some walls and got real with each other. Or, at least, he got real with me.

About fifteen minutes into a rowdy game of soccer with ten or so boys from the neighborhood, Israel and I found ourselves chasing after the soccer ball into the far corner of the backyard. As we were chasing after the ball I realized a couple things. First, Israel plays soccer on a daily basis and is hispanic (you do the math). Secondly, my team is losing, badly. And lastly, I outweigh Israel by 100 lbs. That's right, I big-body Israel.

So, as Israel stumbles to the ground he puts his hands down in order to brace his fall. Luckily, one of his hands lands securely into a very moist, soft area, which lightens his fall. Not so lucky was the fact that his cushioned fall was because the neighborhood dog had laid a hot one minutes prior to our game. Gripes.

After I got rid of Israel and left him in a poopy mess I carved my way through four or five other little munchkins and scored the winning goal. Not really, but I wanted to. Once I realized the reality of what had happened I helped Israel up, with his clean hand, of course, and I escorted him to the bathroom inside of Rock Island.

As we approached the bathroom door I felt a slap on my back...Uuuuuuuh, surely that was a "good game" slap on the back from one of the other kids who was acknowledging my total dominance of Israel...I turned around only to see Israel smiling ear to ear and asked, "Did you just smear dog poop on my back?".

"No', he said as he whipped into the bathroom.

He lied. He smeared poop on the back of my t-shirt. Awesome. The only good news was that it was approaching closing time so I only had to rock the poop shirt for five or ten more minutes before I could go across to Cross and Crowns' clothing room and change out of my diaper shirt.

See, I told you inner-city work was messy.

When I got home Mackenzie and I debriefed about how each of our days went and I told her she may have had to put up with alot of crap at work today but at least she didn't get crap put on her at work.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

those poor, poor people

A few weeks back I was talking with a man who comes regularly to Cross and Crown on Sunday evenings for a meal and the worship. I have known him for a few years but mostly in a superficial, friendly kind of way. He is generally pretty talkative but also a little rough around the edges. As he was eating and we were waiting for the worship to start he began to ask me about myself. He was curious how I was able to be up at Cross and Crown so often. He said it seemed like every time he was up there, I was too. I informed him the reason I seemed to always be around is because... I work at Cross and Crown. Funny how that works, right?

As we continue to chat another man from the neighborhood comes and sits in between us. He isn't eating. He is there strictly for the message he tells us. The first man and I continue our conversation and he begins to ask me about why I decided to work at Cross and Crown, why I would be interested in helping with the youth, why I wouldn't work somewhere else and has gone from a less inquisitive position and into more of a, somewhat, hostile questionaire.

While I experience the Spanish Inquisition with this man the worship begins. I do my best to motion to him that the worship is starting and we need to quiet down but he isn't phased and only tries to talk over the song that has begun. I finally had to tell him we would have to finish the conversation in a few minutes and so he gradually fades out. Just as I had turned to face the front of the sanctuary, where the band was playing, the man who was sitting in between the first man and I said,

"You know why he left, right? He left because the worship started and his spirit couldn't handle being around all the worship taking place."

"Huh?", I hesitantly responded.

He told me, "The man, the man you were talking to. He left because there was something evil in him. I heard him talking to you and trying to talk down to you. Once I heard the way he was talking to you, I started praying. I prayed he wouldn't be able to be handle the Spirit of God if there was something evil in him"

Then I noticed the first man was gone, just as this man was explaining to me. Wow, I thought. I knew when the first man was talking to me there was something that just wasn't right. Like I said, I have talked to him several times but mostly about the weather, sports, family....you know.

At the conclusion of the worship the second man and I talked for several minutes. I asked how many times he has been to the Sunday night meal and worship and he said he had been 3 or 4 times. I offered him a plate of food because he came a little late but he said he comes at that time intentionally because he comes for the "spiritual food" not the "physical food" (his words, not mine). He said he likes coming to Cross and Crown because the preacher (Paul) uses the Word. He teaches from scripture and opens the Bible and doesn't just preach, he said.

I told him about how Cross and Crown is open 4 days a week to the public for food, clothing, medical clinic ect. and Bible study. He said he wasn't in need of much of anything but he was always interested in a little Bible study. I told him when and where and he has been coming ever since.

The reason I tell this story is because we are in a neighborhood that lacks alot of physical things. The neighborhood and many of its' people aren't, for the most part, affluent enough to live without some help in one form or another. But, what this neighborhood doesn't lack is spiritual awareness. Some of the people in this neighborhood are more in tune spiritually and with God than any upper-class, well off individual that I know.

See, our tendency is to think that if you have money, food, clothes or stuff then you are blessed...if you are blessed then you know God, because He is blessing you. So if that's true, then if you don't have money, clothes, food ect, you clearly aren't blessed and therefore you don't know God, otherwise you wouldn't be without.

It's like I heard a speaker say recently, "Just because something or someone is successful doesn't automatically mean God's hand is on it." He was trying to communicate that just because a person is successful doesn't necessarily mean God is blessing that person. Satan has a say about earthly matters that God allows, at times. Just look at Job. My point, just because someone is rich doesn't mean it's always a result of God blessing them. And, just because a person is poor doesn't mean it's because God is not blessing them.

I'll end with something I read recently...

"Jesus, the King of kings, left behind every privilege, every honor, every trace of his glory and consented to be born in a cold, dank stable. He lived off the land, he was homeless, he may not have owned anything more than a change of clothing. If we shun the poor and claim to know Jesus, we are utterly deluded. He, himself, was one of them."

It's pretty incredible how much I have learned from these "poor" people.