Tuesday, December 28, 2010
It's the season of giving. Even for political candidates.
Whatever your political persuasion, I think what Bill, Breakthrough's Chief Operating Officer, says is key: it's important for people in our community (and any community) to feel that their voice matters, that someone will be thinking about them when they cast a vote or make a policy. I know the reality of politics. But I also know that good policy matters, even- and especially- in urban communities like East Garfield Park.
And let's be honest...the video is a pretty great advertisement for the work of Breakthrough!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
In the Bleak Midwinter
Things have been really crazy lately, due to my role in the Breakthrough Christmas Store (it's not too late to donate new toys and gifts for parents to purchase at a discounted rate!) and M's finals (which he ROCKED by the way! Or at least has rocked the two he's taken at this point- one law class and one policy class). But we've still made an effort to get out of the apartment and enjoy the beauty of the season.
First stop, the University of Chicago Harper Library (please note: there are not actually any books here. Apparently there were at some point.) I like to sit here and just stare. Come to think of it, that might freak people out who are there studying...especially since I usually have a goofy grin on my face as I'm sitting.
M's enthusiasm is somewhat less than mine. And by "somewhat less" I mean that he doesn't bat an eye. Chalk it up to being surrounded by the beauty of the campus on a daily basis. I, however, just FEEL smarter sitting here. Smrtuhr. That's me.
Also, it sort of reminds me of Harry Potter and/or Oxford, which both make me happy. Sigh.
Then, since you know M is German and all, we have to stop by the Christkindlmarket.
Monday, November 22, 2010
It's a Pierce, Buchanan, Lincoln, Johnson Christmas
Many times since then, I've impressed people with this stupid human trick and thoroughly amazed and enlightened them, no doubt. And if this isn't a reason to invite me to your holiday party- I can do Festivus, Christmas, Kwanzaa or Hanakkuh/Chanukkah/Hawnickuh- I don't know what is. Granted, I've had to add another Bush and an Obama, but it's relatively easy if you just smash everyone past Carter into one breath. (Please don't shoot me for that comment, presidential historians.) And come on, it IS pretty cool when you think about it.
That is, until "Christmas music on the radio" season comes along. And oh, friends, it's already come along. In fact, it came along about a day or two after Halloween.
And when it does, all of a sudden, when the beautiful Christmas song Hark the Herald Angels Sing begins to play, I can't help but think about Millard Fillmore and Rutherford B Hayes. And let's be honest. They don't exactly inspire a lot of holiday cheer.
Thankfully I didn't memorize all the members of the Supreme Court to Frosty the Snowman.
Monday, November 15, 2010
So that's what they mean when they say "quilted"
Marvel at its beauty, friends.
And without further ado, I bring you "Quilted Midwestern"
(Not to be picky or anything, but for some reason it annoys me that it's out of order. I'm just saying. Unless the person between square one and two used a lot of...well...you know...)
Saturday, November 6, 2010
My Thoughts on the Matter
Having only officially worked in "urban development" for a little over a year, people still think it's appropriate to ask me what I think "the answer" is. I usually say, "Choose B or C, they're the most common answer."
Hardy har har. Not really. Seriously.
Americans- especially Christians- want to know what the answer is to urban poverty. They want to know what to do, what to fix and how to move forward. "If we just had better schools, we could fix the problem of urban underdevelopment." "If we just had more men present in their children's lives, we wouldn't be sending so many kids to jail." "If there were well designed, low-priced housing units, we wouldn't have the gang problem that we have." "If only there wasn't so much disparity in our justice system, whether that be sentencing terms, the way we handle different drug charges or the relationship between police and individuals in inner city America." "If only there was affordable healthcare." "If only people would just get jobs."
Yes. The answer is yes.
And yet so much more. The truth of poverty is that it's not a simple fix, and we do a great disservice to the reality of humanity when we think it is. It would be so much easier if the answer fit into three simple steps, or lined up with one political party platform or another, or didn't require us to think seriously about our own attitudes and sins, both individual and corporate. We would rather change the educational system than actually extend ourselves on behalf of the poor. We would rather tell men to man up and be with their families than live out our lives beside those who are struggling. We would rather believe that we have all the answers than listen to those who have so much to give, so many assets, in their own development.
Don't get me wrong. Our country desperately needs power players to lobby on behalf of more equity in funding for schools, lower student to teacher ratios and improvement in classroom standards. We need investment bankers who will consider how to provide housing with equity, without over-gentrifying- and pushing out- communities. We need programs like Put Illinois to Work that help place individuals in jobs, learn skills and hopefully become more employable. We need churches that will support Mom and Me programs or healthy mentoring relationships for young urban men. We need to support those who are doing all these things with our prayers, our finances and our time. And we need to take the time to acquire wisdom, to better understand what's really going on in urban America.
But most importantly, we need to do all of these things- and more- with dignity, not to solve a problem, but to truly love our neighbors as ourselves.
That's why I love Breakthrough- that in everything we do, we are trying so desperately to do it with dignity and respect, recognizing an individual's gifts and talents, and extending ourselves- and our network- on their behalf. We fail sometimes. But as we fail, we learn, and as we learn we grow into better servants. Hopefully better servants that will be a part of the kingdom of God coming on earth as it is in heaven.
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If you're still reading, 1) I'm impressed and 2) you might be interested in learning more about the many faces- and facets- of urban poverty. I've blogged before about reading suggestions, but want to add a couple more books to your reading list.
One- which I'm probably partial to- is Breakthrough's Executive Director's book The Invisible. If you want to read the story of a woman following God's call on her life- and what you can do, too- read this book. Another, suggested to me by another coworker, is Code of the Street, written by Elijah Anderson, a professor of Sociology at Yale (or at least he was when he wrote the book). A third, Restoring At-Risk Communities by John Perkins (read ANYTHING by Mr. Perkins!) has more "practical ideas" and serves as the "official handbook of the Christian Community Development Association." If you're a Tim Keller liker, check out Ministries of Mercy: The Call of the Jericho Road.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
So What Do You Do?
Children & Family Services from Breakthrough Urban Ministries on Vimeo.
Breakthrough Fresh Market from Breakthrough Urban Ministries on Vimeo.
Breakthrough Adult Services from Breakthrough Urban Ministries on Vimeo.
I am so thankful to be a part of the transformative work of Breakthrough.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Estate Sale
Pushing through the people, with their babies, their diseases, their needs, the young man stepped up to the Teacher himself.
The question was meant to be a straight forward one. Tell me what I need to do and- if I'm not already doing it- I'll get on it. I'll check off that box. I'll do what I need to do to get the results I want.
But the Teacher knew the man's heart. He knew what was at the man's core, and that- despite his actions of purity- his heart was far from where it needed to be. "There is still one thing lacking. Sell all that you own and distribute the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then, come follow Me." But when he heard this, he became sad; for he was very rich. ** _______________________________________
I can't help but think that many of us- like the young man- walk away from the true heart of the Gospel, sad that we will have to make what we believe to be such a great sacrifice. Whether it be our wealth, our power, our comfort or our family, we are saddened by the idea that we can't keep those things that we hold so close. But Teacher, isn't my outward obedience enough? I've loved you. I've been good since I was just a young kid. I've kept your law. I've loved people. Isn't that what getting eternal life is about? Do you really need this extra sacrifice?
I don't know what it is that fills your heart, sucks your time and steals your thoughts. Maybe it's the deep yearning to be someone, to have a voice and to earn the approval of men. Maybe it is the rampant materialism, so pervasive in our culture- from over sized houses to walk-in closets, to $700 pairs of shoes. Maybe it is your deep desire to just be comfortable, to have enough, to not be in want. For me, it is all these things and probably more.
But like the rich young ruler, the Teacher is calling His children, His church, to something more. To a life dedicated not to the decorating of a house or the seat in the board room, but to a life lived for Him and poured out for others. A life that gives sacrificially to others and follows Him to those places where others are hurting, abused and dying, where there are deep physical, spiritual and emotional needs.
Maybe you'll be one of the very few who can truly have these other things- the power, the money, the comfort- and still have the Teacher seated at the center of your heart. (What is impossible for mortals is possible for God.) But I suspect that more often than not, it is these things that cloud our heart, blur our vision and keep us from truly surrendering ourselves to the transformative power and work of the Gospel. It is these things that, while not keeping us from church, or fellowship or even prayer or reading, keep us from the heart of the Teacher's message. We are so deeply, deeply afraid that He will call us to more, to sacrifice these things that in so many ways define us. And we are so completely afraid of this sacrifice.
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More than anything else in my life, I want to have the Teacher seated at the center of my heart. More than children, more than a home, even more than my husband, I want to take the Teacher at His word and follow Him. Don't get me wrong. I hope and pray that M gets a wonderful job to use his God-given passions and knowledge, that we're able to own a home one day and that we have a house full of children. I hope that we can use our home as a place of ministry, providing a safe haven for the orphaned and widowed, and feeding the hungry. If this isn't what the Lord gives us, I know that as long as we are following His leading, we will be ok. And yet in some ways, this scares me more than I can even imagine- sacrificing so fully, giving up my own agenda and own way.
But even just in this year of living so differently than we ever have before- I've learned that this "sacrifice" really is no sacrifice at all. Yes, loving Him costs me everything...and yet costs me nothing. Sometimes we are so afraid of the sacrifice that we can't even imagine how we might go on living without it. But when He is in His right place, I am my best self and my Father is most glorified in me. And whatever sacrifice there might be quickly transforms into great joy. That is the Gospel.
**(Luke 18:22-23)
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
My Bank Account Thanks You
Notice the date of that post. August 1st. Notice the date of today. October 5th.
And that, my friends, is how long it takes to get a reimbursement from the University of Chicago Hospital Center. Two months and four days. Did I mention that somehow in that time they were still able to send me another bill? But not a reimbursement? Oh, right. Of course. (Please note, we got our tax refund check last year in less than two weeks. I'm just saying.)
Oh, and the icing on the cake? We got the check yesterday. Then, when M got the mail today...there was another check. For the exact same amount. From the exact same hospital. For the exact same account.
You can't make this stuff up.
(And no, we are not going to cash check number two. Or rather, M says we can't, despite my plea that it's the payment of "interest.")
Sunday, September 26, 2010
It was a morning wedding (possibly best idea ever). We gathered early at our beautiful church on Capitol Hill, had the full Anglican communion service and then headed out to the brunch reception on the banks of the Potomac River. It rained on and off, but that made it all the more beautiful.
We left the next day for a two week stay on the Mediterranean coast of Croatia, with a stop in Paris and a little time spent inland. I still dream about returning to these places one day again soon.
The trip was a whirlwind. The next twelve months of our lives were a whirlwind. I've lost count now, but counting from the day of our wedding, we went to something like ten weddings in the course of the next year. And then there was the applying to grad school and then the planning for a move halfway across the country and then actually making the move, and then settling in, adjusting to the new nature of long-distance friendships, finding a job, finding a new community.
"Two years" sounds so little when we say it to each other- and yet in the best of ways, it seems like so much longer than that. It's hard for me to now remember my life without M in it (we started dating in 2006, so apparently my memory only holds good for about 4 years). I know my life before having M in it was good, but I also know that it fundamentally changed- and fundamentally changed me- when he entered.
I love my husband more than I can even try to express. I cannot imagine my life without him; even thinking about a day without him makes me get emotional. He is the strongest man I know, and yet also one of the most humble (maybe that's where the strength comes from). He's ridiculously smart but doesn't have to prove himself to anyone, even when I want him to (which, let's be honest, happens a lot). He is a calming force. He is hilariously funny. He will be such a wonderful father one day. He is a great, great cook. He loves Florida football. He makes me work out and play tennis, even when I don't really want to. He is a man who lives every day trying to figure out what his faith means in the world he lives in; he is a man after God's heart.
So here's to these two years. May the joy of the first two continue- and grow- for the many years to come.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
A Holy Disappointment
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Isaiah 58
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The man
Though he greets me nearly every morning by name, I'm ashamed to say that I can't remember his. But I know exactly who he is. He is the man that every morning- or nearly so- is out front watering, cleaning or doing something outside the building. He's a resident at Breakthrough, and he treats it as his home, always washing a window or floor.
I don't know his story, either. I suspect it is similar to the stories of the other men and women that come through our doors. It's a story in which he is the victim, the perpetrator and every other role in between (just as I have been in my life). Perhaps he has broken relationships, perhaps he never finished high school- no one else in his family has- perhaps he used to have a steady job before the plant/office/company down-sized. Or maybe he's floated in and out of different jobs for all of his adult life for a variety of reasons. He has been wronged by a system that makes him a piece of paper or a number or one left behind, where it is nearly impossible for "someone like him" to succeed. And frankly, I imagine that sometimes he's tired of trying. I would be, too, if I had experienced all that he has.
I wish- how I wish!- I could just categorize him in that big lump of "lazy" and blame him for not having a job, or a place of his own or a steady income. I'm sure that is true of at least some percentage of the urban poor I see on a daily basis. But God, how I wish it were that simple! I know that's not the answer, though- it's too simple. Instead, I know that it is "simple" things like supply and demand, bad policies and- yes- evil hearts, that have kept him from getting a job.
The thing is, even if it were that simple- if he was just lazy or an addict or whatever- there would still be more expected of me and my response to him. I couldn't just tell him to go get a job, even if that were the only problem. I couldn't just write him off, without a second thought, an invitation in or a crumb (Isaiah 58:7-9). I couldn't just wish him well and send him on his way, without clothes, without food and without sustenance (James 2:14-17).
I couldn't. WE can't.
This is not a discussion about policies- though that conversation most definitely needs to be had. It's not even about who's to blame- though I promise you there is plenty to spread around.
It's about a Man. A Man who calls me to service outside of myself, my concerns and my needs. A Man who, for MY sake, became poor (2 Cor. 8:9). A Man who reminds me that He is happy when I am doing justice to my fellow man and loving mercy (Micah 6:8)- not because it makes me feel good inside, but because in being made like Him, it is in part what I was made for. It's about a Man who "had compassion" (over and over and over again throughout the Gospels). On the poor, the orphaned, the widowed. And on me.
A Man who- because of His life- changed the way that I am to live mine: in service to Him by serving others. And that is what has made all the difference.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Finally, a "Garden"
Granted, I can't actually think of them right now, but I'm sure there are some. Low maintenance costs, maybe?
Unfortunately, outdoor living space is not one of them. And as much as I've talked about how I would love a garden, our small third floor walk up doesn't really work for a green thumb.
Until now.
These herbs, courtesy of my cousin Allie's wedding (sidenote: herbs make a beautiful centerpiece for reception tables!!) are sitting pretty on the ledge outside our living room window. Just last night, I cut off two cups worth of basil to make a beautiful pesto and I'm trying to figure out what fun things to do with chocolate mint (it really smells like chocolate!)
It might not be the fresh vegetables I would love to one day grow, but it's a start. And while we have to thoroughly wash everything since bus and car exhaust from Hyde Park Boulevard does make its way up here, it's definitely a great place for these little herbs to get some sun and some rain. And that's a start.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
It Was Bound to Happen
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Multiplying Like Rabbits
We're not. At least not yet. If possible, we would like to have lots of kids (4 or maybe more). But like I said, we're not the ones multiplying like rabbits quite yet. Check back in a few months.
I'll tell you what's multiplying like rabbits. The Hyde Park rabbits, that's what. I kid you not, we saw at least ten rabbits of all shapes and sizes on our walk yesterday. In the bushes. In the road (hmmm...someone might want to talk to them about that...) In the grass. Granted, if I could live in the bushes near this, I probably would, too.
At least rent would be less.
Why should it surprise me that there would be rabbits galore in Hyde Park? I don't know, maybe it's because CHICAGO IS THE THIRD LARGEST CITY IN AMERICA! (I mean it's not exactly Mr. McGregor's garden. Even though the British do now own the formerly-named Sears Tower.) And yet, here they are. In all their cute, hippity hoppity splendor. In the middle of a city.
And I have to say, there's something beautiful about that. That nature continues to exist in this little corner of Chicago. One of the things I love most about Chicago, actually, is its green space. It was designed that way- parks galore. And I appreciate it. Trees and grass and beautiful flowers are a much-needed break from pavement, skyscrapers and highways.
Now if only I could find my recipe for braised rabbit.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
It's a Good Idea to Check
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
An Unexpected Joy
We drove over 1,000 miles down to Florida, spending the night in Nashville, then again with Mason's parents in Alabama, finally arriving into Pensacola on Friday morning. By some gracious gift of God (I really believe that's what it was) my immediate family and some of my extended family were on their annual trip to Destin and M and I were able to spend a few hours with them, before mentally and emotionally preparing ourselves for Saturday morning's funeral (the visitation on Friday was just too much to handle we decided).
But what we found at the funeral wasn't what had been expected. In high school, M's friend had gotten involved with the wrong crowd, the wrong things. And we didn't have much hope for a happy ending. So when the crowds pushed in (and there really was a crowd) and the family walked in, my eyes began to tear up.
But then someone began to speak. Rather than hearing a story of despair, fast lives and fast cars, we heard something else. We heard about a life that had been transformed, some four years ago. Through the funeral preacher- and the friend's notes in his Bible- we got to see inside the very private, spiritual musings of a young man whose life had changed. We heard of a man who had discovered who he truly was and what he was made for; and who wanted to tell others about what he himself had realized. We listened to the story of a man who found peace, with himself and with the world.
And at that point, my tears stopped. Suddenly this wasn't just another "sad story" of a "good kid gone bad." It was yet another amazing story- an incredible reminder- of redemption. Tragic, yes, and to be mourned, for sure. And yet...there was something more there. A peace that was so much bigger than the casket in front of us. Almost as if, even in death, the friend was not defeated. It was a simple reminder that lessened, even if just a little, the sting of death and loss.
And in that moment, there was an unexpected joy.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Yes, I said pineapple
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Just Call Me Nadal
And I'm getting better! He's started doing his little spin ball move on me and he legitimately has to run after quite a few of my shots (I'm learning ball placement. Finally.) Granted, I'm the one doing the most running, but hey, I need the exercise.
With a forecast of partly sunny and 85, M and I headed out to the University tennis courts again today, having been shut down yesterday when they were all full. Despite no room yesterday, we were able to play in our own little cage today so I didn't have to worry about hitting other people with our balls (I have no idea what this layout is called, but there are two courts in each "cage," ie, there was no one on the other court).
And then, about five games in, the clouds parted, a bright ray of sun appeared on me and...I WON A GAME AGAINST M FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't remember what the score of the game was, but what matters is that I BEAT HIS ARSE. WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Rafael Nadal, watch out. This Hyde Park Hero is comin' to get ya.
(Now is probably the point where I should mention that M then went on to beat me soundly for the rest of the day.)
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Michael W. Smith might just be right
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Bright Lights, Big City
Sunday, June 13, 2010
We Are the World
As we've been watching the World Cup this weekend, I can't help but think that most Americans had never heard of Cameroon or Cote d'Ivoire before today. And most probably don't know that Slovenia is different than Slovakia, which is different from Serbia. Yugoslavia? Yeah, it's no longer a country. Neither is Czechoslovakia. And Austria doesn't have a coast.
But why does it really matter? What do these little boundaries mean anyway? We're America! That's what matters! (Never mind the fact that Americans would riot if someone accidentally referred to us as Canada or Mexico.) Knowing geography matters because people matter. People around the globe matter. And just as the people of Canada (few that they are) have different traditions and a different history than America, the people of Slovenia have a very different history and traditions from Serbia. I'll never forget reading Robert Kaplan's book Balkan Ghosts. Kaplan suggested that if his readers wanted to understand the political, religious and social turbulence of the Middle East, they should look to the area formerly known as Yugoslavia. In essence, he summed up why I think history and geography are important: if you want to understand what's going on in the world, you need to understand its intricate past and its geopolitical present.
Now who knows where Lesotho is?
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Why I now love hockey
And now I'm going to say something that will most likely make EVERY diehard hockey fan squirm. I submit that hockey is a truly, truly beautiful sport. I know, I know. Blood, teeth everywhere, fighting, hitting. Big men covered in pads running into each other. Men throwing themselves over the walls of their little team box thingy. (technical term)
All that aside, I can't get over the beauty of the skating. Even when the men playing look more like Transformers than humans, it's amazing how the players glide down the rink (?) so effortlessly (and slam against the plexi-glass so effortlessly, too). And even when they're punching each other, it's in such a fluid, graceful movement.
And really, could anything be more beautiful than this?
Congrats to the newest holders of the Stanley Cup, the Chicago Blackhawks!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
My own little war zone
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Our Newest Challenge
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Nine Months Later
June 5th will mark my 9 month anniversary at Breakthrough. And as I’ve written before, it’s hard to imagine that in this transition to
At some point, if you’re a thinking, feeling human being, you get to the point where questions of inequality, faith, power, racial justice and mercy begin to haunt your waking and your sleeping. Why is it like this? And, maybe even more importantly, What am I called to do about it? Government programs or pulling one’s self up by one’s own boot straps or just trying harder or sending more money…God, how I wish the answers were that easy!
I can’t help but think that the Lord is deeply, deeply saddened by His children’s unwillingness- or maybe just oblivion- to His very clear calling to love our neighbors as ourselves. He has asked- commanded, really- us to love the “least of these,” not because they are a project to be fixed but because, in serving others, we reflect the grace and mercy of Christ and, in turn, learn something more about who God is. In the process, He transforms us, too, as we’re all in need of a Savior. I am certain God is encouraged by the mentors, the foster parents, the people praying, the tutors, the people sharing meals with their neighbors who don't look like them. But how many of us does that really, truly include? What would it look like in our every day lives to live out God’s calling to love our cities? Would we pray more? Would we give more? Would we serve more?
Maybe we don’t “do” because we don’t know exactly what to do. Maybe we’re uncomfortable leaving our safely-guarded homes, or we don’t feel like we have anything to give. Or maybe we want to fix things, but don’t know what the answer is, so don’t want to try. Or maybe we’re so consumed with ourselves that we don’t see anything outside of us. Or maybe we have our own misconceptions to get over.
I wish I could tell you what the answer is. I wish that right here on Hyde Park Heroes I could say “do xxx and poverty will decrease, racial injustices will stop, and we’ll all live as one big happy family.” The reality is that this side of heaven, I don’t actually believe it’s possible. And yet…we’re still called to do something. I can't tell you exactly what that something is. Realistically, it will look different for each of us. Some will feel called to vocationally serve, as I do. Some will be called to give. Some will be called to volunteer. The point is that inaction is not acceptable.
I long for the day when there is a holy city, where there is no more weeping, no more pain and no more injustice. It’s not going to be here, and to believe that it can be is foolishness, as long as people are imperfect. And yet every day Christians around the world pray that thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
What would it look like for you to be a part of God’s kingdom coming in urban
Book Suggestions
"Truth and Social Reform" (Vishal Mangalwadi)
"When Helping Hurts" (Steve Corbett & Brian Fikkert)
"Theirs is the Kingdom" (Bob Lupton)
many, many more!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
They're Not Mine
Thursday, May 6, 2010
In European News...
Monday, May 3, 2010
Something BIG
When I Grow Up from Breakthrough Urban Ministries on Vimeo.
Friends, family and neighbors will gather to officially kick off our Breakthrough Dream BIG campaign, as we work to create a place where families can come together in community and where community can come together as family.
It is, in fact, a BIG dream. In East Garfield Park, less than 40% of all youth graduate from high school. It's easier to become a drug dealer than a doctor. There's disinvestment, empty lots and hurting hearts.
And yet.
Nearly 100 kids arrive at the door of Breakthrough after every school day ready to- wait for it- learn more. Men and women in the interim-housing program open the Word together and study what it has to say. Every month, nearly 800 families in the East Garfield Park neighborhood alone take part in Breakthrough's "client choice" Fresh Market.
God is at work here.
And that's why I believe in this BIG dream. Raising 15 million in a shaky economy isn't easy or- to be honest- fun. But then, when you're certain that the Lord is in something, what's easy and fun don't exactly matter. Because the truth is that God is BIG. And He promises us that He will accomplish His good works, when we submit to His leading.
Don't misunderstand. Plenty of youth have and will slip through the cracks and end up pregnant, alone or bouncing from house to house. Men and women will leave the interim-housing program, only to find themselves homeless and jobless again a year, or two, or three later. I don't pretend to begin to understand why exactly this is: I think it's a mix of broken systems, broken individuals, broken programs and a broken understanding of what it means to love our neighbors as ourselves.
And yet.
We're still called to Dream BIG. To work- FIGHT, even- for the things of the Lord: love, redemption, community, justice, peace and transformation. I am so blessed to be a part of an organization that fights for these things.
So I challenge you to Dream BIG with me. To believe in a God who accomplishes great things. Who has something to say to us about how to love our neighbor. Who cares about poverty, disinvestment and justice. Who longs for His children to be in a place of deep love and knowledge of Him. Who is doing BIG things here in East Garfield Park.
To learn more about the Dream BIG campaign, visit www.breakthrough.org/dreambig