LIfe In EHO: On the stoop

Two middle-aged women have just finished cleaning a large house in the Hollywood Hills.  After a day’s work, they return to the flats of East Hollywood to take a load off and drink Tecate.  They sit down on the front stoop of my neighbor’s apartment building where he and I are shooting the breeze.  My neighbor introduces us in Spanish. 

“This is my friend Felipe.  He’s a missionary,” he says.  Oh great, I think to myself, he just ruined my first impression with these two souls.   Continue reading

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Discipling Our Kids: Breakfast stories

We share God’s Word in written form.  For those who can read and like to read.   

We also share it in spoken form.  Many people can’t read and even some educated people prefer not to read.  Oral tradition is alive and well in Los Angeles. 

This is one of the reasons I like to tell my kids stories about God from scripture (as well as from my own life) during breakfast and ask them to tell it back to me in their own words.  If they can tell it back to me, and in their own words, then they know it.  They also are more prepared to share their own stories of God with others.   

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Suburbanization of poverty

To our supporters:  

I want you to come visit us for a few days.  I want you to have the experience of walking the streets and going from house to house with us, so that you can engage, love, and learn from the future leaders of Christ’s church – the urban poor in our city.  But there is something I desire more than a visit from you.  No, not your money.  My prayer is that all of Jesus’ followers will become way-of-life-missionaries wherever we are.  Indeed, some of you already are living this kind of life.  You were our inspiration for giving up our old way of life, and ‘church as we knew it’ to be here today. 

On a related note, here is a must-read for our suburban supporters: 

Is anyone else noticing the suburbanization of poverty?  Check out a thoughtful post on this topic by Bob Lupton, author of Theirs Is The Kingdom (Harper and Row, 1989), and president of FCS Ministries, a community development organization serving urban poor neighborhoods in Atlanta.  In March 2008 Lupton wrote about how the poor are migrating to the suburbs. Here is an excerpt:  

“It was the first meeting of this kind I have had – four pastors, a county commissioner, three community leaders, all suburbanites. They had invited me to breakfast at their favorite local watering hole, for me a full hour drive north from the city during morning commuter time. Their issue, the one they felt I might assist them with, was the appearance of “my people” in their suburban community. In the past, suburban church folk – those with a social conscience – have commuted into the city to serve the poor. They have partnered with our urban ministry to build houses, tutor kids, donate used clothes. They journeyed into the city because that’s where the poor were concentrated. All that is now changing. There are still plenty of needy neighborhoods in the city, to be sure. But poverty is gradually, relentlessly suburbanizing. The poor are gravitating to the periphery of the city where more affordable housing can be found – like 40-year-old rental complexes, yesterday’s class “A” apartments that now show signs of aging. The “disadvantaged,” once confined to urban ghettos created by the out-migrating affluent, are now “out-migrating” themselves. And suburban pastors along with their parishioners are not quite sure what to do with their new neighbors.”

To read more of Lupton’s post, go to http://www.fcsministries.org/up/ and click on his March 2008 archive of “Urban Perspectives.” The archive is entitled Suburbanization of Poverty.

And while I’m on this topic, here is another helpful link just posted on May 20.  It is the reason I’m posting these thoughts today: “Looking for the poor in the Suburbs: Ten ways to engage mission in the suburbs” by David Fitch.  

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LIfe In EHO: Teeth in the city

This week a poor mom who is 8 months pregnant is unable to eat because her teeth ache so badly.  So she goes to a dentist, whose solution is to pull out two of her teeth.  This is the second time in her pregnancy that she has had sore teeth pulled out.  “Better to do it now,” the mom explains to me, “I may not have coverage in the future.” 

Yesterday I’m sitting across the table eating lunch with a poor young dad in his early twenties.  “How long have you stopped smoking?” I ask him.  “Ever since my tooth started to hurt,” he says, “It started to crumble in my mouth and I had the worst headaches.”  “What did the dentist say?” I naively ask.  “I can’t afford a dentist, so I pulled it out myself with tweezers.”  He opens his mouth to show me his handiwork.  Pretty good job, I remark.  He says he feels much better now.

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Faith-Sharing: From a simple party to the Word of God

While we were doing a filming project this weekend, we interviewed a neighbor whom I will call Devon.  He told me that he doesn’t like religions but ever since he and his wife met our two families they have started to pray together for their meals.  He also shared that he and his wife want to spend more time with us because they want their family to be more like ours, and he said he wants to read the Bible together with me.  So the next day he invited our families (and Hannah’s family) to the park.  While the women played with the kids, Devon and I sat under a shady tree and started our first Discovery Bible Study, something he wants to continue with his wife the next time we meet.  

Looking back, Devon said his curiosity began when he took his sons trick-or-treating at our home.  Right away Ed, Katie, Meri and I invited them to come to our Halloween party where we were playing children’s games and serving popcorn and apple cider.  They knocked on many doors that night to trick-or-treat, but Devon got the feeling we are “good people to be around.”  From that simple interaction a mutual friendship began, in which we played and ate meals together, listened to each other’s stories, and introduced spiritual topics of conversation.  Meanwhile, we’ve been praying and fasting, and asking others to pray, too, for Devon and his household.  Then something mysterious and beyond our control began to happen in their hearts.  Now Devon has demonstrated a desire to expose himself and his family to the Word of God.     

Please keep Devon and his family in your prayers…

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Your new missions budget

Right now I’m noticing churches everywhere in the U.S. are feeling the need to make cuts in their budgets because of the economy.  If history repeats itself, the first thing to go in church budgets is going to be “missions” (foreign and domestic).  While I don’t advocate this, I also don’t take a traditional view to things like missions/outreach budgets.  As your congregation navigates these financially challenging times, I’d like to speak a word to my supporters and friends. 

Why let money get in the way of supporting missions?  God doesn’t.  Let’s do missions in his image – by sending Continue reading

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Life In EHO: Town drunk

The public drunkard.  It seems every urban village has one (or several in some cases).  In our neighborhood the young people tease him, dare him to do foolish things, push him around in a circle.  Nobody takes this fifty-something man seriously.  And yet I recall the stories Ed tells us about how he watched men like this gradually transform into reliable men and godly leaders in his parents’ church.  Anything is possible with Jesus.

Inside the man’s apartment is a tiny old woman, praying, always praying for her lost son.  The pages of her Bible are frayed from thorough reading.  Worried sick, she verbally beats him down by reading highlighted scriptures that condemn him for drinking too much and doing drugs.  He whines at her to stop telling him things he already knows.  “I know I’m sinning.  I want to stop.  I know I need the Lord,” he complains to me. “He never listens.  El Diablo is in him,” she complains to me.

In his hands, the bottle is a taskmaster, controlling and condemning him.  In her hands, the Bible is a tool for controlling and condemning him.  Look at the mother’s face and you see the worry lines the son has put on her.  Look at the son’s demeanor and you see the spiritual scars the mother has inflicted on him.  Both have abused.  Both need to be liberated.  God, come to the rescue!

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